Cradle Of Filth

Born In A Burial Gown

Sibilant and macabreWalpurgis sauntered inSkies litten with five-pointed starsThe work of crafts surpassing sinAs She graced Her window ledge– An orphaned gypsy nymphThis issue of the forest’s bedSkin flushed with sipped absinthe –Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peakTried once concealing HellA snow white line of divine freaksIn riot, where they fell… The circus lurches in,

Beauty Slept In Sodom

Death, spirit me awayMy anguished soul doth strainOn taut and twisted reinsYet, insatiate I still remainLike a proud, unfallen starThat dares thee from afarTo calm my thund’rous heartElse… rend it’s knots apartSo I may never sing Of jewelled skies o’er my stringsAnd love, a wanton thingCan plunge on burnt, black wingsTo hang amid the thornsIn

Haunted Shores

Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcadeThrough veiled and pagan history where superstitions reignedAnd Christendom sought to pervet but poets of my nameSang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimedThe Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offeringsTo an England rearisen under vast majestic wings These are the shores whereto my soulBlood drenched and unredeemedShalt

Funeral In Carpathia (Be Quick Or Be Dead Version)

Candelabra snuffed prey – silhouette weddedNightfall take my handSeduce me with silky timbred limbsGrant me thy dark commandOver the peaks framing tapestriesOf thick forest, dusk has filledWith Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mistCreeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretiais my love in veinWhen thy tears bleed sweeterThank the midsummer rain?Bewinged, infested belfriesToll o’er the

Funeral In Carpathia

Candelabra snuffed, prey silhouette weddedNightfall take my handSeduce me with silky timbred limbsGrant me thy dark commandOver the peaks framing tapestriesOf thick forest, dusk has filledWith Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mistCreeping like violations from the shadowsTo kill LucretiaIs my love in veinWhen thy tears bleed sweeterThan the midsummer rain?Bewinged, infested belfriesToll o’er the sobbing throngA

LOAD MORE POSTS
Scan








Recent Comments




    Archives