Letras:
Cradle Of Filth Lovecraft And Witch Hearts

: I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to

And promised Christendom in flames Gravid with madness Like a feculent dirge That obsesses the heart I am covened by words To avenge Her Ebon splendour And

juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin / Sadistic Souls Break their crust / Sodomy and Lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and

: "You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with

your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep

fate between Her wrist and razor A kindred spirit in a graveyard Beneath the stature of a colder saviour Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques And

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

A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked

a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and