Teksty:
Cradle Of Filth The Princess Of Darkness

the vehemence of lust Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided Then treachery

I invoke, bornless one all woman, pure predator wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest

their eerie dissonant napes In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee...." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous

: Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle

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

the vehemence of lust Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided Then treachery

hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime I shalt suffer this confessional mime Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas Only once it is dark

with her nocturnal call to pull me close amid the baying of wolves where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn in the dark, odiferous earth

Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark