Thirteen Autumns And A Widow

Thirteen Autumns And A Widow Lyrics

Song	Thirteen Autumns And A Widow
Artist	Cradle of Filth
Album	Cruelty & The Beast
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	作词 : Cradle Of Faith, Dani
	Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
	Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light
	A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas
	Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed
	To the ravenous wolves that the elements led
	From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease

	Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
	Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
	(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)
	Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born
	On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed
	A tragedy crept to the name Bathory

	Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
	Grew so dark as this sylph
	None more cold in repose
	Yet Her beauty spun webs
	Round hearts a glance would betroth

	She feared the light
	So when She fell like a sinner to vice
	Under austere, puritanical rule
	She sacrificed...
	Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
	But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
	Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel
	(And possessed of such delights)
	For ravens winged Her nightly flights
	Of erotica
	Half spurned from the pulpit
	Torments to occur
	Half learnt from the cabal of demons
	In Her
	Her walk went to voodoo
	To see Her own shadow adored
	At mass without flaw
	Though inwards She abhored
	Not Her coven of suitors
	But the stare of their Lord

	"I must avert mine eyes to hymns
	For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin
	He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites
	With Him undead for three long nights"

	Elizabeth listened
	No sermons intoned
	Dragged such guilt to Her door
	Tombed Her soul with such stone
	For She swore the Priest sighed
	When She knelt down to atone...

	She feared the light
	So when She fell
	Like a sinner to vice
	Under austere, puritanical rule
	She sacrificed
	Her decorum as chaste
	To this wolf of the cloth
	Pouncing to haunt
	Her confessional box
	Forgiveness would come
	When Her sins were washed off
	By rebaptism in white....

	The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths
	'Pon the grave of Her innocence
	Her hidden face spat murder
	From a whisper to a scream
	All sleep seemed cursed
	In Faustian verse
	But there in orgiastic Hell
	No horrors were worse
	Than the mirrored revelation
	The She kissed the Devil's phallus
	By Her own decree...

	So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
	Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret
	A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare
	On winds without prayer
	Stigmata still wept between Her legs
	A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
	She sought the Sorceress
	Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair

	Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die
	For the throat of Elizabeth
	Damnation won and urged the moon
	In soliloquy to gleam
	Twixt the trees in shafts
	To ghost a path
	Past the howl of buggered nymphs
	In the sodomite's grasp
	To the forest's vulva
	Where the witch scholared Her
	In even darker themes

	"Amongst philtres and melissas
	Midst the grease of strangled men
	And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen
	Elizabeth came to life again"

	And under lacerations of dawn She returned
	Like a flame unto a deathshead
	With a promise to burn
	Secrets brooded as She rode
	Through mist and marsh to where they showed
	Her castle walls wherein the restless
	Counted carrion crows

	She awoke from a fable to mourning
	Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep
	Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung
	Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry
	The biblical prattled their mantras
	Hexes six-tripled their fees
	But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed
	And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally...

	zuo ci : Cradle Of Faith, Dani
	Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
	Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon' s eerie light
	A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas
	Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed
	To the ravenous wolves that the elements led
	From cragjagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease

	Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
	Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
	Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed
	Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the newborn
	On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed
	A tragedy crept to the name Bathory

	Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
	Grew so dark as this sylph
	None more cold in repose
	Yet Her beauty spun webs
	Round hearts a glance would betroth

	She feared the light
	So when She fell like a sinner to vice
	Under austere, puritanical rule
	She sacrificed...
	Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
	But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
	Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel
	And possessed of such delights
	For ravens winged Her nightly flights
	Of erotica
	Half spurned from the pulpit
	Torments to occur
	Half learnt from the cabal of demons
	In Her
	Her walk went to voodoo
	To see Her own shadow adored
	At mass without flaw
	Though inwards She abhored
	Not Her coven of suitors
	But the stare of their Lord

	" I must avert mine eyes to hymns
	For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin
	He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites
	With Him undead for three long nights"

	Elizabeth listened
	No sermons intoned
	Dragged such guilt to Her door
	Tombed Her soul with such stone
	For She swore the Priest sighed
	When She knelt down to atone...

	She feared the light
	So when She fell
	Like a sinner to vice
	Under austere, puritanical rule
	She sacrificed
	Her decorum as chaste
	To this wolf of the cloth
	Pouncing to haunt
	Her confessional box
	Forgiveness would come
	When Her sins were washed off
	By rebaptism in white....

	The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths
	' Pon the grave of Her innocence
	Her hidden face spat murder
	From a whisper to a scream
	All sleep seemed cursed
	In Faustian verse
	But there in orgiastic Hell
	No horrors were worse
	Than the mirrored revelation
	The She kissed the Devil' s phallus
	By Her own decree...

	So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
	Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret
	A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare
	On winds without prayer
	Stigmata still wept between Her legs
	A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
	She sought the Sorceress
	Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite' s lair

	Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die
	For the throat of Elizabeth
	Damnation won and urged the moon
	In soliloquy to gleam
	Twixt the trees in shafts
	To ghost a path
	Past the howl of buggered nymphs
	In the sodomite' s grasp
	To the forest' s vulva
	Where the witch scholared Her
	In even darker themes

	" Amongst philtres and melissas
	Midst the grease of strangled men
	And eldritch truths, elder illomen
	Elizabeth came to life again"

	And under lacerations of dawn She returned
	Like a flame unto a deathshead
	With a promise to burn
	Secrets brooded as She rode
	Through mist and marsh to where they showed
	Her castle walls wherein the restless
	Counted carrion crows

	She awoke from a fable to mourning
	Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep
	Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung
	Like a crimson bat ' neath the belfry
	The biblical prattled their mantras
	Hexes sixtripled their fees
	But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed
	And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally...

	zuò cí : Cradle Of Faith, Dani
	Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
	Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon' s eerie light
	A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas
	Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed
	To the ravenous wolves that the elements led
	From cragjagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease

	Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
	Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
	Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed
	Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the newborn
	On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed
	A tragedy crept to the name Bathory

	Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
	Grew so dark as this sylph
	None more cold in repose
	Yet Her beauty spun webs
	Round hearts a glance would betroth

	She feared the light
	So when She fell like a sinner to vice
	Under austere, puritanical rule
	She sacrificed...
	Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
	But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
	Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel
	And possessed of such delights
	For ravens winged Her nightly flights
	Of erotica
	Half spurned from the pulpit
	Torments to occur
	Half learnt from the cabal of demons
	In Her
	Her walk went to voodoo
	To see Her own shadow adored
	At mass without flaw
	Though inwards She abhored
	Not Her coven of suitors
	But the stare of their Lord

	" I must avert mine eyes to hymns
	For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin
	He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites
	With Him undead for three long nights"

	Elizabeth listened
	No sermons intoned
	Dragged such guilt to Her door
	Tombed Her soul with such stone
	For She swore the Priest sighed
	When She knelt down to atone...

	She feared the light
	So when She fell
	Like a sinner to vice
	Under austere, puritanical rule
	She sacrificed
	Her decorum as chaste
	To this wolf of the cloth
	Pouncing to haunt
	Her confessional box
	Forgiveness would come
	When Her sins were washed off
	By rebaptism in white....

	The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths
	' Pon the grave of Her innocence
	Her hidden face spat murder
	From a whisper to a scream
	All sleep seemed cursed
	In Faustian verse
	But there in orgiastic Hell
	No horrors were worse
	Than the mirrored revelation
	The She kissed the Devil' s phallus
	By Her own decree...

	So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
	Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret
	A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare
	On winds without prayer
	Stigmata still wept between Her legs
	A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
	She sought the Sorceress
	Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite' s lair

	Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die
	For the throat of Elizabeth
	Damnation won and urged the moon
	In soliloquy to gleam
	Twixt the trees in shafts
	To ghost a path
	Past the howl of buggered nymphs
	In the sodomite' s grasp
	To the forest' s vulva
	Where the witch scholared Her
	In even darker themes

	" Amongst philtres and melissas
	Midst the grease of strangled men
	And eldritch truths, elder illomen
	Elizabeth came to life again"

	And under lacerations of dawn She returned
	Like a flame unto a deathshead
	With a promise to burn
	Secrets brooded as She rode
	Through mist and marsh to where they showed
	Her castle walls wherein the restless
	Counted carrion crows

	She awoke from a fable to mourning
	Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep
	Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung
	Like a crimson bat ' neath the belfry
	The biblical prattled their mantras
	Hexes sixtripled their fees
	But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed
	And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally...

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