| Song | Dirge Inferno (Album Version) |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | Thornography |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | Dirge Inferno - Cradle Of Filth (污秽摇篮) |
| [00:08.42] | Carrion my name |
| [00:39.94] | For those who chose to mouth the curse |
| [00:42.87] | A tragic serenade |
| [00:44.34] | With Judas in my stride |
| [00:47.22] | The gothic halls of shame |
| [00:49.52] | Where statues coldly hold no worse |
| [00:52.21] | Than the murders I reclaim |
| [00:54.26] | From a dark forsaken time |
| [00:56.98] | Kissing heaven spent |
| [01:01.34] | He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge |
| [01:07.66] | Wishing to repent |
| [01:11.03] | For the brute that ravaged free |
| [01:17.04] | In slight hands beauty weeps |
| [01:18.84] | Conquest's deep methodical screwing |
| [01:21.40] | Hurt repeatedly |
| [01:22.64] | Like the world wound at his feet |
| [01:25.55] | Dirge Inferno Dirge Inferno |
| [01:35.86] | As it is written damn it |
| [01:38.23] | So let it be wrung |
| [01:40.23] | From throats of those in overthrow |
| [01:43.17] | The past at last has come |
| [01:45.04] | The savage bite without respite |
| [01:47.44] | Pervades the freezing air |
| [01:49.12] | This winter chill grist for his mill |
| [01:52.62] | If tears of joy will blear elsewhere |
| [01:55.62] | And church bells drown in the cracks of doom |
| [01:58.42] | The storms above us hue |
| [01:59.98] | As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues |
| [02:02.22] | Deflowering two by two |
| [02:04.40] | Hissing malcontent |
| [02:08.52] | He storms the skies on electric discharge |
| [02:14.62] | Pissing in contempt |
| [02:18.62] | On the effigies of the weak |
| [02:23.92] | Killing all resolve |
| [02:25.80] | The great beast simmers his scarlet women |
| [02:28.98] | Spit their vitriol |
| [02:30.04] | On the terrified face of peace |
| [02:34.42] | Dirge Inferno Dirge Inferno |
| [02:43.05] | As it is written damn it |
| [02:45.63] | So let it be wrung |
| [02:47.25] | From throats of those in overthrow |
| [02:49.26] | The past at last has come |
| [02:52.33] | A hellbound heart the rose and thorn |
| [03:33.47] | Have locked to hastened blood |
| [03:35.28] | The moon disrobes to harden droves |
| [03:38.22] | Of legions pouring |
| [03:40.23] | These rivers press his breath adorns |
| [03:42.67] | Senates and enemy seats |
| [03:44.54] | Whilst his power takes as ingratitude |
| [03:47.53] | The writhing of the weak The writhing of the weak |
| [04:03.19] | Wormwood my name |
| [04:11.17] | The poisoned star that fell to earth |
| [04:14.18] | And blistered free of shame |
| [04:16.05] | In the pits of self-rebirth |
| [04:18.48] | Now those caves become a garret |
| [04:21.30] | Overseeing endless barracks |
| [04:22.98] | As the waters turn to claret |
| [04:25.53] | And the Vatican satins burn |
| [00:00.00] | Dirge Inferno - Cradle Of Filth wu hui yao lan |
| [00:08.42] | Carrion my name |
| [00:39.94] | For those who chose to mouth the curse |
| [00:42.87] | A tragic serenade |
| [00:44.34] | With Judas in my stride |
| [00:47.22] | The gothic halls of shame |
| [00:49.52] | Where statues coldly hold no worse |
| [00:52.21] | Than the murders I reclaim |
| [00:54.26] | From a dark forsaken time |
| [00:56.98] | Kissing heaven spent |
| [01:01.34] | He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge |
| [01:07.66] | Wishing to repent |
| [01:11.03] | For the brute that ravaged free |
| [01:17.04] | In slight hands beauty weeps |
| [01:18.84] | Conquest' s deep methodical screwing |
| [01:21.40] | Hurt repeatedly |
| [01:22.64] | Like the world wound at his feet |
| [01:25.55] | Dirge Inferno Dirge Inferno |
| [01:35.86] | As it is written damn it |
| [01:38.23] | So let it be wrung |
| [01:40.23] | From throats of those in overthrow |
| [01:43.17] | The past at last has come |
| [01:45.04] | The savage bite without respite |
| [01:47.44] | Pervades the freezing air |
| [01:49.12] | This winter chill grist for his mill |
| [01:52.62] | If tears of joy will blear elsewhere |
| [01:55.62] | And church bells drown in the cracks of doom |
| [01:58.42] | The storms above us hue |
| [01:59.98] | As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues |
| [02:02.22] | Deflowering two by two |
| [02:04.40] | Hissing malcontent |
| [02:08.52] | He storms the skies on electric discharge |
| [02:14.62] | Pissing in contempt |
| [02:18.62] | On the effigies of the weak |
| [02:23.92] | Killing all resolve |
| [02:25.80] | The great beast simmers his scarlet women |
| [02:28.98] | Spit their vitriol |
| [02:30.04] | On the terrified face of peace |
| [02:34.42] | Dirge Inferno Dirge Inferno |
| [02:43.05] | As it is written damn it |
| [02:45.63] | So let it be wrung |
| [02:47.25] | From throats of those in overthrow |
| [02:49.26] | The past at last has come |
| [02:52.33] | A hellbound heart the rose and thorn |
| [03:33.47] | Have locked to hastened blood |
| [03:35.28] | The moon disrobes to harden droves |
| [03:38.22] | Of legions pouring |
| [03:40.23] | These rivers press his breath adorns |
| [03:42.67] | Senates and enemy seats |
| [03:44.54] | Whilst his power takes as ingratitude |
| [03:47.53] | The writhing of the weak The writhing of the weak |
| [04:03.19] | Wormwood my name |
| [04:11.17] | The poisoned star that fell to earth |
| [04:14.18] | And blistered free of shame |
| [04:16.05] | In the pits of self-rebirth |
| [04:18.48] | Now those caves become a garret |
| [04:21.30] | Overseeing endless barracks |
| [04:22.98] | As the waters turn to claret |
| [04:25.53] | And the Vatican satins burn |
| [00:00.00] | Dirge Inferno - Cradle Of Filth wū huì yáo lán |
| [00:08.42] | Carrion my name |
| [00:39.94] | For those who chose to mouth the curse |
| [00:42.87] | A tragic serenade |
| [00:44.34] | With Judas in my stride |
| [00:47.22] | The gothic halls of shame |
| [00:49.52] | Where statues coldly hold no worse |
| [00:52.21] | Than the murders I reclaim |
| [00:54.26] | From a dark forsaken time |
| [00:56.98] | Kissing heaven spent |
| [01:01.34] | He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge |
| [01:07.66] | Wishing to repent |
| [01:11.03] | For the brute that ravaged free |
| [01:17.04] | In slight hands beauty weeps |
| [01:18.84] | Conquest' s deep methodical screwing |
| [01:21.40] | Hurt repeatedly |
| [01:22.64] | Like the world wound at his feet |
| [01:25.55] | Dirge Inferno Dirge Inferno |
| [01:35.86] | As it is written damn it |
| [01:38.23] | So let it be wrung |
| [01:40.23] | From throats of those in overthrow |
| [01:43.17] | The past at last has come |
| [01:45.04] | The savage bite without respite |
| [01:47.44] | Pervades the freezing air |
| [01:49.12] | This winter chill grist for his mill |
| [01:52.62] | If tears of joy will blear elsewhere |
| [01:55.62] | And church bells drown in the cracks of doom |
| [01:58.42] | The storms above us hue |
| [01:59.98] | As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues |
| [02:02.22] | Deflowering two by two |
| [02:04.40] | Hissing malcontent |
| [02:08.52] | He storms the skies on electric discharge |
| [02:14.62] | Pissing in contempt |
| [02:18.62] | On the effigies of the weak |
| [02:23.92] | Killing all resolve |
| [02:25.80] | The great beast simmers his scarlet women |
| [02:28.98] | Spit their vitriol |
| [02:30.04] | On the terrified face of peace |
| [02:34.42] | Dirge Inferno Dirge Inferno |
| [02:43.05] | As it is written damn it |
| [02:45.63] | So let it be wrung |
| [02:47.25] | From throats of those in overthrow |
| [02:49.26] | The past at last has come |
| [02:52.33] | A hellbound heart the rose and thorn |
| [03:33.47] | Have locked to hastened blood |
| [03:35.28] | The moon disrobes to harden droves |
| [03:38.22] | Of legions pouring |
| [03:40.23] | These rivers press his breath adorns |
| [03:42.67] | Senates and enemy seats |
| [03:44.54] | Whilst his power takes as ingratitude |
| [03:47.53] | The writhing of the weak The writhing of the weak |
| [04:03.19] | Wormwood my name |
| [04:11.17] | The poisoned star that fell to earth |
| [04:14.18] | And blistered free of shame |
| [04:16.05] | In the pits of self-rebirth |
| [04:18.48] | Now those caves become a garret |
| [04:21.30] | Overseeing endless barracks |
| [04:22.98] | As the waters turn to claret |
| [04:25.53] | And the Vatican satins burn |