Letras:
Cradle Of Filth Thornography

: The needle in the eye of the hurricane The poison in the font The nail in the coffin of the profane I am the lot Maniacal the fire That weaves inside

: One might see in Mina My disease But it was She who has infected me For all eternity... As the sun slips the tearaway stars Into the scented scheme

: I?m chaos international The writing on the wall A Lazarus in parable A dark and sullen lullaby Whispered softly as you die Promising torments are

: One dark afternoon Like a shadow I flew Through the rain that fell sick with lament To this house of incest For when we undressed Blasphemies against

: We rise with the sun in the underworld We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame

: When contrary winds blow across the sands Their murmurs can be easily swayed But when storms quicken one cannot placate The howling of their murderous

Carrion my name For those who to choose to mouth the curse A tragic serenade With Judas in my stride The Gothic halls of shame Where statues coldly hold

Howitzer glare and spitfire blade Wooed by Dresden serenades Her soundtrack now a bombing raid Bored of Vaudeville God was six days sober On the night

One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew Through the rain that fell sick with lament To this house of incest for when we undressed Blasphemies against