Song | Beneath The Howling Stars |
Artist | Cradle of Filth |
Album | Cruelty & The Beast |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cradle Of Filth, Filth | |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring | |
Her spinal chill rakes the earth | |
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing | |
Would be tidings of rebirth | |
Under cold stares of | |
Mars maligned | |
Near suicides cross their hearts | |
And unborn writhe in tepid brine | |
For something wicked this way starts | |
Ohh, ohhOhh, ohh | |
Ohh, ohhOhh, ohh | |
Beneath the howling stars | |
Elizabeth, paragon of vice | |
Watches the sun set pyres alight | |
As bane and tyranny, her doberman sleep | |
Like spellbound paramours at her feet | |
A chatter of bells without | |
Raise hell hounds, teeth on edge | |
From sleighs hastened through snow lit red | |
Guests espied from the garret ledge | |
Great gloomy mirror tell her face | |
She will out blind them all | |
That heavenly bodies would fall from grace | |
To possess such a lustrous pall | |
For beauty is always cruel | |
For beauty is always | |
Let destiny in chains commence | |
Damnation under | |
God's seeking recompense | |
Enslaving to the whims of this mistress | |
OhhAs the dance ensued | |
Elizabeth's mood | |
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon | |
In slick black iciness it grew | |
To consume | |
The wench her tower tombed | |
Tending to her costume | |
Bore the brunt of the storm | |
When the needle a skewed | |
She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through | |
Restored to jaded bliss | |
In a wonder white dress | |
Descended to the ball | |
With painted blood upon her lips | |
Passing like a comet so white as to eclipse | |
The Waltz wound down, transfixed | |
Devoid of all breath in the air | |
Even death paled to compare | |
To the taint of her splendor | |
So rare and engendered | |
Upon the awed throng gathered, there | |
Beneath the howling stars | |
She danced so macabre | |
Men entranced divined from her gait | |
That this angel stepped from a pedestal | |
Had won remission from fate | |
By alighting to darker spheres | |
Delighting in held sway | |
For she was not unlike the goddess | |
To whom the wolves bayed{ | |
Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arbored | |
Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad | |
That Elizabeth bewitched see how even now the whore casts | |
Her spells upon the | |
Black Count whom her reddened lips hold fast} | |
Tongue unto tongue swept on tides without care | |
For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares | |
A halo of ravens tousled her hair | |
Chandeliers a tiara for passions ensnared | |
Fantasies sexed | |
When their eyes, moonstruck met | |
Their friction wore a way | |
Through the sea of foreplay | |
Lovers at first bite | |
She an Eve tempted to lay | |
Gasping at rafters | |
Flesh pressed in ballet | |
But caprice, honours leashed | |
She absconded the feast | |
To prowl wonderland beasts in hand from the keep | |
Of feudal dilemma well mantled in furs | |
Through cullis to watch dogstars howl at the earth | |
On this violent night | |
Unholy night | |
Winds lashed their limbs together | |
As the ether vent its wintry spite | |
She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes | |
To excite the bleak advance | |
From castle bowers | |
Wherein small hours | |
The Devil never came by chance | |
A lone charm tied to her inner thigh | |
Sent lusts nova as hooves trod | |
Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet | |
Were flung to a wayward | |
GodMidwinter wrongs the rites of spring | |
Her spinal chill rakes the earth | |
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing | |
Woebetidings of rebirth | |
Under cold stares of | |
Mars maligned | |
Near suicides cross their hearts | |
And unborns writhe in tepid brine | |
For something wicked this way starts | |
Beneath the howling stars | |
Pounding upon the pauper ridge | |
Earshot of a hunched beldame | |
Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please | |
Such elderly loins enflamed? | |
To this he feigned a grim disdain | |
Playing to her slayful eye | |
But the hag replied "This girl that chidesWill soon be as plagued with age as I" | |
Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath | |
For Elizabeth's grace could raise | |
A flag of truce in burning heaven | |
Or the dead from early graves | |
Yet still she seethed this proud | |
Snow Queen | |
Embittered with the cursed retort | |
And because he sought her loves onslaught | |
He gutted the crone for sport | |
Soon in full moon fever they were wed | |
Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed | |
Littered with aphrodisiacs | |
To tease dynastic union | |
And beget them further maniacs | |
Elizabeth free reigned, now a countess | |
Outwielded and outwore | |
Her title like a favoured dress | |
Whilst her errant | |
LordWhose seasons savoured war | |
Stormed black to fell the infidel | |
Her embers, tempered, roared |
zuo ci : Cradle Of Filth, Filth | |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring | |
Her spinal chill rakes the earth | |
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing | |
Would be tidings of rebirth | |
Under cold stares of | |
Mars maligned | |
Near suicides cross their hearts | |
And unborn writhe in tepid brine | |
For something wicked this way starts | |
Ohh, ohhOhh, ohh | |
Ohh, ohhOhh, ohh | |
Beneath the howling stars | |
Elizabeth, paragon of vice | |
Watches the sun set pyres alight | |
As bane and tyranny, her doberman sleep | |
Like spellbound paramours at her feet | |
A chatter of bells without | |
Raise hell hounds, teeth on edge | |
From sleighs hastened through snow lit red | |
Guests espied from the garret ledge | |
Great gloomy mirror tell her face | |
She will out blind them all | |
That heavenly bodies would fall from grace | |
To possess such a lustrous pall | |
For beauty is always cruel | |
For beauty is always | |
Let destiny in chains commence | |
Damnation under | |
God' s seeking recompense | |
Enslaving to the whims of this mistress | |
OhhAs the dance ensued | |
Elizabeth' s mood | |
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon | |
In slick black iciness it grew | |
To consume | |
The wench her tower tombed | |
Tending to her costume | |
Bore the brunt of the storm | |
When the needle a skewed | |
She has her dogs maul the bitch' s wrists through | |
Restored to jaded bliss | |
In a wonder white dress | |
Descended to the ball | |
With painted blood upon her lips | |
Passing like a comet so white as to eclipse | |
The Waltz wound down, transfixed | |
Devoid of all breath in the air | |
Even death paled to compare | |
To the taint of her splendor | |
So rare and engendered | |
Upon the awed throng gathered, there | |
Beneath the howling stars | |
She danced so macabre | |
Men entranced divined from her gait | |
That this angel stepped from a pedestal | |
Had won remission from fate | |
By alighting to darker spheres | |
Delighting in held sway | |
For she was not unlike the goddess | |
To whom the wolves bayed | |
Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arbored | |
Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad | |
That Elizabeth bewitched see how even now the whore casts | |
Her spells upon the | |
Black Count whom her reddened lips hold fast | |
Tongue unto tongue swept on tides without care | |
For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares | |
A halo of ravens tousled her hair | |
Chandeliers a tiara for passions ensnared | |
Fantasies sexed | |
When their eyes, moonstruck met | |
Their friction wore a way | |
Through the sea of foreplay | |
Lovers at first bite | |
She an Eve tempted to lay | |
Gasping at rafters | |
Flesh pressed in ballet | |
But caprice, honours leashed | |
She absconded the feast | |
To prowl wonderland beasts in hand from the keep | |
Of feudal dilemma well mantled in furs | |
Through cullis to watch dogstars howl at the earth | |
On this violent night | |
Unholy night | |
Winds lashed their limbs together | |
As the ether vent its wintry spite | |
She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes | |
To excite the bleak advance | |
From castle bowers | |
Wherein small hours | |
The Devil never came by chance | |
A lone charm tied to her inner thigh | |
Sent lusts nova as hooves trod | |
Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet | |
Were flung to a wayward | |
GodMidwinter wrongs the rites of spring | |
Her spinal chill rakes the earth | |
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing | |
Woebetidings of rebirth | |
Under cold stares of | |
Mars maligned | |
Near suicides cross their hearts | |
And unborns writhe in tepid brine | |
For something wicked this way starts | |
Beneath the howling stars | |
Pounding upon the pauper ridge | |
Earshot of a hunched beldame | |
Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please | |
Such elderly loins enflamed? | |
To this he feigned a grim disdain | |
Playing to her slayful eye | |
But the hag replied " This girl that chidesWill soon be as plagued with age as I" | |
Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath | |
For Elizabeth' s grace could raise | |
A flag of truce in burning heaven | |
Or the dead from early graves | |
Yet still she seethed this proud | |
Snow Queen | |
Embittered with the cursed retort | |
And because he sought her loves onslaught | |
He gutted the crone for sport | |
Soon in full moon fever they were wed | |
Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed | |
Littered with aphrodisiacs | |
To tease dynastic union | |
And beget them further maniacs | |
Elizabeth free reigned, now a countess | |
Outwielded and outwore | |
Her title like a favoured dress | |
Whilst her errant | |
LordWhose seasons savoured war | |
Stormed black to fell the infidel | |
Her embers, tempered, roared |
zuò cí : Cradle Of Filth, Filth | |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring | |
Her spinal chill rakes the earth | |
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing | |
Would be tidings of rebirth | |
Under cold stares of | |
Mars maligned | |
Near suicides cross their hearts | |
And unborn writhe in tepid brine | |
For something wicked this way starts | |
Ohh, ohhOhh, ohh | |
Ohh, ohhOhh, ohh | |
Beneath the howling stars | |
Elizabeth, paragon of vice | |
Watches the sun set pyres alight | |
As bane and tyranny, her doberman sleep | |
Like spellbound paramours at her feet | |
A chatter of bells without | |
Raise hell hounds, teeth on edge | |
From sleighs hastened through snow lit red | |
Guests espied from the garret ledge | |
Great gloomy mirror tell her face | |
She will out blind them all | |
That heavenly bodies would fall from grace | |
To possess such a lustrous pall | |
For beauty is always cruel | |
For beauty is always | |
Let destiny in chains commence | |
Damnation under | |
God' s seeking recompense | |
Enslaving to the whims of this mistress | |
OhhAs the dance ensued | |
Elizabeth' s mood | |
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon | |
In slick black iciness it grew | |
To consume | |
The wench her tower tombed | |
Tending to her costume | |
Bore the brunt of the storm | |
When the needle a skewed | |
She has her dogs maul the bitch' s wrists through | |
Restored to jaded bliss | |
In a wonder white dress | |
Descended to the ball | |
With painted blood upon her lips | |
Passing like a comet so white as to eclipse | |
The Waltz wound down, transfixed | |
Devoid of all breath in the air | |
Even death paled to compare | |
To the taint of her splendor | |
So rare and engendered | |
Upon the awed throng gathered, there | |
Beneath the howling stars | |
She danced so macabre | |
Men entranced divined from her gait | |
That this angel stepped from a pedestal | |
Had won remission from fate | |
By alighting to darker spheres | |
Delighting in held sway | |
For she was not unlike the goddess | |
To whom the wolves bayed | |
Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arbored | |
Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad | |
That Elizabeth bewitched see how even now the whore casts | |
Her spells upon the | |
Black Count whom her reddened lips hold fast | |
Tongue unto tongue swept on tides without care | |
For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares | |
A halo of ravens tousled her hair | |
Chandeliers a tiara for passions ensnared | |
Fantasies sexed | |
When their eyes, moonstruck met | |
Their friction wore a way | |
Through the sea of foreplay | |
Lovers at first bite | |
She an Eve tempted to lay | |
Gasping at rafters | |
Flesh pressed in ballet | |
But caprice, honours leashed | |
She absconded the feast | |
To prowl wonderland beasts in hand from the keep | |
Of feudal dilemma well mantled in furs | |
Through cullis to watch dogstars howl at the earth | |
On this violent night | |
Unholy night | |
Winds lashed their limbs together | |
As the ether vent its wintry spite | |
She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes | |
To excite the bleak advance | |
From castle bowers | |
Wherein small hours | |
The Devil never came by chance | |
A lone charm tied to her inner thigh | |
Sent lusts nova as hooves trod | |
Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet | |
Were flung to a wayward | |
GodMidwinter wrongs the rites of spring | |
Her spinal chill rakes the earth | |
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing | |
Woebetidings of rebirth | |
Under cold stares of | |
Mars maligned | |
Near suicides cross their hearts | |
And unborns writhe in tepid brine | |
For something wicked this way starts | |
Beneath the howling stars | |
Pounding upon the pauper ridge | |
Earshot of a hunched beldame | |
Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please | |
Such elderly loins enflamed? | |
To this he feigned a grim disdain | |
Playing to her slayful eye | |
But the hag replied " This girl that chidesWill soon be as plagued with age as I" | |
Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath | |
For Elizabeth' s grace could raise | |
A flag of truce in burning heaven | |
Or the dead from early graves | |
Yet still she seethed this proud | |
Snow Queen | |
Embittered with the cursed retort | |
And because he sought her loves onslaught | |
He gutted the crone for sport | |
Soon in full moon fever they were wed | |
Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed | |
Littered with aphrodisiacs | |
To tease dynastic union | |
And beget them further maniacs | |
Elizabeth free reigned, now a countess | |
Outwielded and outwore | |
Her title like a favoured dress | |
Whilst her errant | |
LordWhose seasons savoured war | |
Stormed black to fell the infidel | |
Her embers, tempered, roared |