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andquot;mirror, mirror on the wall
shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?
for if i shall see thy will be done
grant me the witchcraft of thy tongueandquot;
Three moondials froze in the shadow of six
as another soul passed to the grasping styx
clutching their trinket crucifix
bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge
omens of corruption from within the church
a fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth
Alone as a stone cold altar
the castle and its keep
like faerytale dominion rose
a widow to the snow peaks
wherein reclined the countess
limbs purring from the kill
bathed in virgin white and like the night
alive and young and unfulfilled
Was it the cry of a wolf
that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
of her life as a mere reflection
(as the moonand's in narrow windows caught)
that opened like dark eyelids on
the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon
Like a siren weaving song
from the lilt of choirs choking
where the vengeful dead
belong...
To the sorceress and her charnel arts
she swept from ebon towers at the hour of mars
and'neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars
to unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there,
in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared
Was it the kiss of the mist
that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
lost souls begging resurrection
from gods upon their forest plinths
whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win
remission from despair through a holocaust of sin
In a tongue hilted in invective rectums
over signs and seals the sorceress prayed
to death, to rend the slender veil
that ancient ones might rise again
As shadows swelled
the countess fell
to masturbating with her dagger
as the witch gabbled spells
cumming heavy roses all the way to hell
as sudden thunderand's grue harangue
announced two pincered worlds
Exuding bane, something came
with the stench of necrophiled graves
to these clandestines
who shrank from glimpsing horror
that the growls of mating houls inclined...
Resplendent
in pendants
(natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns)
a demons, bewinged, bedight
in scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run
an arctic tongue upon her vulva
where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
receiving sole communion from the body of christ
andquot;if blood is what thou carves, foul fiend
i will yield this witch to thee
if thou wouldst draw a veil for me
oand'er lengthening scars of age and griefandquot;
As the demon slavered foetid vows
and bore his prey away
in talons itching to perpetrate
the nausea of eternal rape
the sorceress screaming in his grasp
spat a final curse to stain
the countess with the promise
that her lord at war would be cruelly slain
And she would rot.
alone
insane.
on the twisted nails of faith.
andquot; Espejo, espejo en la pared
shouldst no graves placeres ser mi todo?
Porque si yo veré hágase tu voluntad
concédeme la brujería de tu tongueandquot;
Tres moondials congelaron a la sombra de seis
como otra alma pasa al styx agarrando
apretando su crucifijo baratija
murciélagos volaron desde el alero en una oleada disonante
presagios de corrupción dentro de la iglesia
un oasis húmedo y fétido todavía se aferraba a engañar a renacer
Solo como un altar de piedra fría
el castillo y su torre del homenaje
como dominio faerytale rosa
una viuda a los picos de nieve
en el que la condesa reclinada
miembros de ronroneo de la matanza
bañado en virgen blanca y como la noche
viva y joven y sin cumplir
¿Era el grito de un lobo
que rompió el hilo de plata de pensamientos encantadas?
de su vida como un mero reflejo
(Como los de moonand en ventanas estrechas atrapados)
que abrió como párpados oscuros en
el suspiro de los bosques que el viento cayó sobre
Como una canción tejido sirena
de la cadencia de los coros de asfixia
donde los muertos vengativos
pertenecer ...
Para la hechicera y sus artes sepulcrales
barrió desde las torres de ébano en la hora de Marte
and'neath una estrella-en
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Cradle of Filth
Twisted Nails Of Faith
Twisted Nails Of Faith
andquot;mirror, mirror on the wall
shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?
for if i shall see thy will be done
grant me the witchcraft of thy tongueandquot;
Three moondials froze in the shadow of six
as another soul passed to the grasping styx
clutching their trinket crucifix
bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge
omens of corruption from within the church
a fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth
Alone as a stone cold altar
the castle and its keep
like faerytale dominion rose
a widow to the snow peaks
wherein reclined the countess
limbs purring from the kill
bathed in virgin white and like the night
alive and young and unfulfilled
Was it the cry of a wolf
that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
of her life as a mere reflection
(as the moonand's in narrow windows caught)
that opened like dark eyelids on
the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon
Like a siren weaving song
from the lilt of choirs choking
where the vengeful dead
belong...
To the sorceress and her charnel arts
she swept from ebon towers at the hour of mars
and'neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars
to unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there,
in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared
Was it the kiss of the mist
that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
lost souls begging resurrection
from gods upon their forest plinths
whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win
remission from despair through a holocaust of sin
In a tongue hilted in invective rectums
over signs and seals the sorceress prayed
to death, to rend the slender veil
that ancient ones might rise again
As shadows swelled
the countess fell
to masturbating with her dagger
as the witch gabbled spells
cumming heavy roses all the way to hell
as sudden thunderand's grue harangue
announced two pincered worlds
Exuding bane, something came
with the stench of necrophiled graves
to these clandestines
who shrank from glimpsing horror
that the growls of mating houls inclined...
Resplendent
in pendants
(natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns)
a demons, bewinged, bedight
in scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run
an arctic tongue upon her vulva
where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
receiving sole communion from the body of christ
andquot;if blood is what thou carves, foul fiend
i will yield this witch to thee
if thou wouldst draw a veil for me
oand'er lengthening scars of age and griefandquot;
As the demon slavered foetid vows
and bore his prey away
in talons itching to perpetrate
the nausea of eternal rape
the sorceress screaming in his grasp
spat a final curse to stain
the countess with the promise
that her lord at war would be cruelly slain
And she would rot.
alone
insane.
on the twisted nails of faith.
Cradle of Filth
Twisted Nails Of Faith
Twisted Nails Of Faith
andquot; Espejo, espejo en la pared
shouldst no graves placeres ser mi todo?
Porque si yo veré hágase tu voluntad
concédeme la brujería de tu tongueandquot;
Tres moondials congelaron a la sombra de seis
como otra alma pasa al styx agarrando
apretando su crucifijo baratija
murciélagos volaron desde el alero en una oleada disonante
presagios de corrupción dentro de la iglesia
un oasis húmedo y fétido todavía se aferraba a engañar a renacer
Solo como un altar de piedra fría
el castillo y su torre del homenaje
como dominio faerytale rosa
una viuda a los picos de nieve
en el que la condesa reclinada
miembros de ronroneo de la matanza
bañado en virgen blanca y como la noche
viva y joven y sin cumplir
¿Era el grito de un lobo
que rompió el hilo de plata de pensamientos encantadas?
de su vida como un mero reflejo
(Como los de moonand en ventanas estrechas atrapados)
que abrió como párpados oscuros en
el suspiro de los bosques que el viento cayó sobre
Como una canción tejido sirena
de la cadencia de los coros de asfixia
donde los muertos vengativos
pertenecer ...
Para la hechicera y sus artes sepulcrales
barrió desde las torres de ébano en la hora de Marte
and'neath una estrella-en
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
