Song | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids |
Artist | Cradle of Filth |
Album | Lovecraft & Witch Hearts |
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作词 : Cradle Of Faith, Dani | |
Hear Me now! | |
All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... | |
Maleficent in dusky rose | |
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts | |
Like blood upon the snow | |
A tourniquet of Topaz | |
Glistened at Her throat | |
Awakening, pulled from the tomb | |
Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon | |
That She outshone as a fallen star | |
A regal ornament from a far flung nebular | |
Her likeness hung in the black gallery | |
Commanding unease | |
Demanding of Death to breathe... | |
Midst the whirl and daylight fauna | |
Of society at court | |
Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause | |
Though Her torchlit shadow | |
Thrown upon damp cellar walls | |
Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled | |
Thirteen Winter solstices had shown | |
Her path, that the dark | |
Had marked its dominion | |
Spaying the confessor | |
Whose caresses she'd known, | |
As whipcord in the House of Dog | |
Her cold cunt meat on holy bone | |
Raped of faith, She now embraced | |
The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face | |
With this disdain, inside these veins | |
(Highborn wanton that She was) | |
She sought to keep what age would claim | |
Her soul was sold and for this toll | |
Reeking pyres ever smouldered | |
On the whims of one so in control | |
Elizabeth, mysterious. | |
Cruelty brought thee orchids | |
From the bowels of the abyss | |
Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries | |
And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs | |
Exhumed by scrying eyes | |
Madness came upon | |
Her like an amourous lover's seed | |
Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin | |
In gouts torture unleashed | |
And to Her dead reflection | |
Twas as if Her pallor gleamed | |
Like an angel's warmed by candles | |
Where erotic stains had cleaved | |
So demons dragged this libertine | |
Lusts screaming for release | |
Upon the flesh of maidens preened | |
As canvas for caprice | |
Exacting obeisance | |
Her gaze held a seance | |
Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune | |
A sleeter mistress than Luna | |
Whose threats to consume Her | |
Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon | |
Flat on Her back | |
Pack-prey for the reams | |
Of verses and curses | |
That haunted Her dreams | |
Midnightmare chimed | |
Thirteen in Her mind | |
A disciple of scars | |
Branded years hissed behind | |
Ridden split-thighed | |
By the Father of lies | |
An ovation of wolves | |
Blushed the skies as they writhed | |
But Heaven is never forever | |
She came, a spent storm | |
From the clouds... | |
Leaving serpents in office | |
Inside every gate | |
To lick righteous holes | |
Blinding Lords to the fate | |
Of virgins forced naked | |
To defile on rent knees | |
Hacked and racked backwards | |
Menses choking their pleas | |
"More. Whore. More. | |
Twitching make me wet with thee | |
Carcass rub me raw" | |
And to Her dead reflection | |
Twas as if Her pallor gleamed | |
Like an angel's warmed by candles | |
Where erotic stains had cleaved | |
So demons dragged this libertine | |
Lusts screaming for release | |
Upon the flesh of maidens preened | |
As canvas for caprice | |
Raped of faith, She now embraced | |
The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face | |
With this disdain, inside these veins | |
(Highborn wanton that She was) | |
She sought to keep what age would claim | |
Her soul was sold and for this toll | |
Reeking pyres ever smouldered | |
On the whims of one so in control | |
Elizabeth, mysterious. | |
Cruelty brought thee orchids | |
From the bowels of the abyss | |
From the bowels of the abyss |
zuo ci : Cradle Of Faith, Dani | |
Hear Me now! | |
All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... | |
Maleficent in dusky rose | |
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts | |
Like blood upon the snow | |
A tourniquet of Topaz | |
Glistened at Her throat | |
Awakening, pulled from the tomb | |
Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon | |
That She outshone as a fallen star | |
A regal ornament from a far flung nebular | |
Her likeness hung in the black gallery | |
Commanding unease | |
Demanding of Death to breathe... | |
Midst the whirl and daylight fauna | |
Of society at court | |
Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause | |
Though Her torchlit shadow | |
Thrown upon damp cellar walls | |
Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled | |
Thirteen Winter solstices had shown | |
Her path, that the dark | |
Had marked its dominion | |
Spaying the confessor | |
Whose caresses she' d known, | |
As whipcord in the House of Dog | |
Her cold cunt meat on holy bone | |
Raped of faith, She now embraced | |
The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror' s face | |
With this disdain, inside these veins | |
Highborn wanton that She was | |
She sought to keep what age would claim | |
Her soul was sold and for this toll | |
Reeking pyres ever smouldered | |
On the whims of one so in control | |
Elizabeth, mysterious. | |
Cruelty brought thee orchids | |
From the bowels of the abyss | |
Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries | |
And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs | |
Exhumed by scrying eyes | |
Madness came upon | |
Her like an amourous lover' s seed | |
Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin | |
In gouts torture unleashed | |
And to Her dead reflection | |
Twas as if Her pallor gleamed | |
Like an angel' s warmed by candles | |
Where erotic stains had cleaved | |
So demons dragged this libertine | |
Lusts screaming for release | |
Upon the flesh of maidens preened | |
As canvas for caprice | |
Exacting obeisance | |
Her gaze held a seance | |
Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune | |
A sleeter mistress than Luna | |
Whose threats to consume Her | |
Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon | |
Flat on Her back | |
Packprey for the reams | |
Of verses and curses | |
That haunted Her dreams | |
Midnightmare chimed | |
Thirteen in Her mind | |
A disciple of scars | |
Branded years hissed behind | |
Ridden splitthighed | |
By the Father of lies | |
An ovation of wolves | |
Blushed the skies as they writhed | |
But Heaven is never forever | |
She came, a spent storm | |
From the clouds... | |
Leaving serpents in office | |
Inside every gate | |
To lick righteous holes | |
Blinding Lords to the fate | |
Of virgins forced naked | |
To defile on rent knees | |
Hacked and racked backwards | |
Menses choking their pleas | |
" More. Whore. More. | |
Twitching make me wet with thee | |
Carcass rub me raw" | |
And to Her dead reflection | |
Twas as if Her pallor gleamed | |
Like an angel' s warmed by candles | |
Where erotic stains had cleaved | |
So demons dragged this libertine | |
Lusts screaming for release | |
Upon the flesh of maidens preened | |
As canvas for caprice | |
Raped of faith, She now embraced | |
The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror' s face | |
With this disdain, inside these veins | |
Highborn wanton that She was | |
She sought to keep what age would claim | |
Her soul was sold and for this toll | |
Reeking pyres ever smouldered | |
On the whims of one so in control | |
Elizabeth, mysterious. | |
Cruelty brought thee orchids | |
From the bowels of the abyss | |
From the bowels of the abyss |
zuò cí : Cradle Of Faith, Dani | |
Hear Me now! | |
All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... | |
Maleficent in dusky rose | |
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts | |
Like blood upon the snow | |
A tourniquet of Topaz | |
Glistened at Her throat | |
Awakening, pulled from the tomb | |
Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon | |
That She outshone as a fallen star | |
A regal ornament from a far flung nebular | |
Her likeness hung in the black gallery | |
Commanding unease | |
Demanding of Death to breathe... | |
Midst the whirl and daylight fauna | |
Of society at court | |
Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause | |
Though Her torchlit shadow | |
Thrown upon damp cellar walls | |
Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled | |
Thirteen Winter solstices had shown | |
Her path, that the dark | |
Had marked its dominion | |
Spaying the confessor | |
Whose caresses she' d known, | |
As whipcord in the House of Dog | |
Her cold cunt meat on holy bone | |
Raped of faith, She now embraced | |
The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror' s face | |
With this disdain, inside these veins | |
Highborn wanton that She was | |
She sought to keep what age would claim | |
Her soul was sold and for this toll | |
Reeking pyres ever smouldered | |
On the whims of one so in control | |
Elizabeth, mysterious. | |
Cruelty brought thee orchids | |
From the bowels of the abyss | |
Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries | |
And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs | |
Exhumed by scrying eyes | |
Madness came upon | |
Her like an amourous lover' s seed | |
Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin | |
In gouts torture unleashed | |
And to Her dead reflection | |
Twas as if Her pallor gleamed | |
Like an angel' s warmed by candles | |
Where erotic stains had cleaved | |
So demons dragged this libertine | |
Lusts screaming for release | |
Upon the flesh of maidens preened | |
As canvas for caprice | |
Exacting obeisance | |
Her gaze held a seance | |
Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune | |
A sleeter mistress than Luna | |
Whose threats to consume Her | |
Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon | |
Flat on Her back | |
Packprey for the reams | |
Of verses and curses | |
That haunted Her dreams | |
Midnightmare chimed | |
Thirteen in Her mind | |
A disciple of scars | |
Branded years hissed behind | |
Ridden splitthighed | |
By the Father of lies | |
An ovation of wolves | |
Blushed the skies as they writhed | |
But Heaven is never forever | |
She came, a spent storm | |
From the clouds... | |
Leaving serpents in office | |
Inside every gate | |
To lick righteous holes | |
Blinding Lords to the fate | |
Of virgins forced naked | |
To defile on rent knees | |
Hacked and racked backwards | |
Menses choking their pleas | |
" More. Whore. More. | |
Twitching make me wet with thee | |
Carcass rub me raw" | |
And to Her dead reflection | |
Twas as if Her pallor gleamed | |
Like an angel' s warmed by candles | |
Where erotic stains had cleaved | |
So demons dragged this libertine | |
Lusts screaming for release | |
Upon the flesh of maidens preened | |
As canvas for caprice | |
Raped of faith, She now embraced | |
The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror' s face | |
With this disdain, inside these veins | |
Highborn wanton that She was | |
She sought to keep what age would claim | |
Her soul was sold and for this toll | |
Reeking pyres ever smouldered | |
On the whims of one so in control | |
Elizabeth, mysterious. | |
Cruelty brought thee orchids | |
From the bowels of the abyss | |
From the bowels of the abyss |