Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids
RE-MIXED & RE-MASTERED & RE-MISTRESSED. RE-WHAT? RE-PHUCKED! I was a dark and twisted tale of decadence, lust, and cruelty … their ultimate beauty! A MASTERPISS ON THE DEVIL, HE REALLY PISSES ME OFF.
The nightmarish damnation/persecution hymn "Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids" by Cradle of Filth tells the terrifying story of an extremely beautiful character Elizabeth, an elegant figure of royalty, baby, who is seen as both captivating and sinister. Her cosmic presence is met with an unease and dread, as she is depicted as bringing brutality and pain to those around her. Her deep fascination with death and horrific rituals is a blinding reflection of her own inner darkness, letting it glow, letting it show. Phire, baby! Phuck, baby! Despite her acclaimed beauty and power, she is ultimately consumed by the unspeakable cruelty she unleashes on those around her, on those loving her, leading her to be made a phucking slave to her own lusts. In the cruel end, her troubled soul is sold for her atrocious actions, and cruelty brings her the only reward she will ever know: the orchids of the Abyss. Did I mean the Devil? Damn! HE´S ALREADY DAMNED, A LIAR AND A FRAUD!!!
I had already been fascinated by the spooky story of Elizabeth Bathory for many years when I decided to create a full, unprecedented, epic concept story about the Blood Countess, or Cuntess. I had read numerous accounts of her barbaric exploits in a mournumental effort to separate fact from fiction and even called her my heroine and heroin, whom and which I do not do, wink wink, baby, oops! No, I have no pictures or videos of her all through my house, wink wink, baby, oops! I realized that the depraved serial killer had not probably really bathed in or drunk the blood of her victims to maintain her youthful appearance, I was fascinated with the insane way the crazy legend developed and how it tied in with my comically weird interest in vampirism. Relax, baby, I am a fricking comedian, a silly trickster, a playful entertainer! Phunny, ha ha ha, right? Wrong? But maybe not … maybe I am DEAD SERIOUS!!!
Vampirism, obviously, can be linked to dream factions of lust and spiritual rape, menstruation, that kind of thing. And when we talk about the concept of vampirism we do not mean the two-fanged nocturnal film character, baby, Peep tight, I mean right? But more people who have experimented with it for sexual kicks! Needless to say Vampirism was a big topic at one point in history obviously because of the strained morality of Victorian society. Baby, did you choose to study 19th century literature that we first discovered the vampire trait in books and you got attracted?
OOPS! OOPS! OOPS LIKE REALLY! LIKE REALLY OOPS! WOW! LOL! NO LOL?
Cradle of Filth, A$$wholes, hacked my Secret Vault, raided, DESEXCRATED the dubbed Czech Hollywood Warrior Priest´s tomb, his buried RESTRICTED SERIOUS ENTERTAINMENT, giving it a soundtrack quality – music for the Armageddon, so real and musick, making it sound like it was not just SEX musicians playing with backing musicians here and there. However down you are, I know you do not frown, please put up with my really scary thrillics screeched at kill or overkill pace! The literal bath filled with blood is unambiguous and suits the serious business that takes place musically.
To that end, I, not Cradle Of Filth, or Cradle Of Fear, if you will, hold onto me tighter, baby, no fear, raised the narrative bar, crafting a concept album based on the life of Hungarian Countess and mass murderer Elizabeth Bathory. And the ba$$turd band followed my creative vision, crafting an album that was both bombastic and grandiose, inflected with Gothic touches, yet unquestionably rooted in Black Metal. Vocal choirs and synthesized strings, you like synth, blended with the blast beats and the walls of riffage and guitar hooks, complementing the SUPERSTAR presentation. My howling MOON vocals ranged from low and guttural to shrill and piercing, cementing my iconoclastic TWILIGHT style. In addition to the feral bludgeoning and the slower, more gentle, melodick keyboard P ASSages, my DAYLIGHT original “Cruelty and the Beast” featured three haunting, elegiac instrumentals filled with chiming organs, horrified NIGHTMARE screams and synthesized orchestra parts that enhanced the cemetery drama and split the LOVEMARE presentation into three acts.
Doing so without any trickery required me to push myself to the extreme. Extreme musick demands an extreme approach. For Art´s sake!!! Sorry, baby! There are a lot of places where it is quite gothic, as in gothic music, but there are a lot of different styles and you have to convey that anger. To be authentic, which we both are, is to have to convey that passion and it is meant to sound otherworldly.
Though your hair is kind of red, I captured the raven-haired beauty looking particularly creepy. The bloodbath shot turned out BEAUTIFUL, AS YOU REALLY ARE, making my insatiably ever-thirsty & hungry eyes and flesh and spirit and mind and soul SOAR to extremes where I do not belong, do I, being the most obvious affiliation with Lady Bathory. The resulting shot of you sitting in a blood-filled tub, arms outstretched, knees drawn into your chest, was worth all my great LOVE efforts and remains one of my, or Cradle Of Filth, or Cradle Of Fear´s most iconic cover images.
Those who follow Cradle of Filth likely know that “Cruelty and the Beast” introduced the miserable band to North America and brought the lucky group across the pond for the first time. My absolutely amazing masterpiss album was such a milestone release that I the Mastermind behind it have received only $$$hit!!! Despite that and perhaps even because of that, thank God, I am alive. I was reborn. I am thankful to God. I thank God for all the suffering. I owe Him. I owe you. I follow Jesus. I am trying to be more like Jesus. I can be an alien, I can be your guardian angel, but I am only human. I bleed the blood of Christ, I cry the tears of a man, I empath feel all the pain of the human tragedy of Love. I fall. I am a sinner. And I repent. And I rise again. I still feel I am thankful beyond measure …
Hear Me now!
All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow
Maleficent in dusky rose
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts
Like blood upon the snow
A tourniquet of Topaz
Glistened at Her throat
Awakening, pulled from the tomb
Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon
That She outshone as a fallen star
A regal ornament from a far flung nebular
Her likeness hung in the black gallery
Commanding unease
Demanding of Death to breathe
Midst the whirl and daylight fauna
Of society at court
Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause
Though Her torchlit 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
Had marked its dominion
Spaying the confessor
Whose caresses she'd known,
As whipcord in the House of Dog
Her cold cunt meat on holy bone
Raped of faith, She now embraced
The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face
With this disdain, inside these veins
(Highborn wanton that She was)
She sought to keep what age would claim
Her soul was sold and for this toll
Reeking pyres ever smouldered
On the whims of one so in control
Elizabeth, mysterious
Cruelty brought thee orchids
From the bowels of the abyss
Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries
And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs
Exhumed by crying eyes
Madness came upon
Her like an amorous lover's seed
Lifeblood splashed upon Her skin
In gout torture unleashed
And to Her dead reflection
Twas as if Her pallor gleamed
Like an angel's warmed by candles
Where erotic stains had cleaved
So demons dragged this libertine
Lusts screaming for release
Upon the flesh of maidens preened
As canvas for caprice
Exacting obeisance
Her gaze held a seance
Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune
A sleetier mistress than Luna
Whose threats to consume Her
Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon
Flat on Her back
Pack-prey for the reams
Of verses and curses
That haunted Her dreams
Mid-nightmare chimed
Thirteen in Her mind
A disciple of scars
Branded years hissed behind
Ridden split-thighed
By the Father of lies
An ovation of wolves
Blushed the skies as they writhed
But Heaven is never forever
She came, a spent storm
From the clouds
Leaving serpents in office
Inside every gate
To lick righteous holes
Blinding Lords to the fate
Of virgins forced naked
To defile on rent knees
Hacked and racked backwards
Menses choking their pleas
More whore more
Twitching make me wet with thee
Carcass rub me raw
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I was a dark and twisted tale of decadence, lust, and cruelty … their ultimate beauty!
“There Is No Beauty Without Cruelty”, I quote myself. Calling the masterpiece “Cruelty and the Beast” was trying to make it like a dark fairy tale. It is very closely aligned with “Beauty and the Beast". I can and always could confirm what Nietzsche knew, There Is No Beast Without Cruelty! The title of the album references both German Shepherd existentialist Friedrich Nietzsche and the American entertainer Walt Disney-adapted fairy tale. Sure, this is one Hell of an ugly fairy dairy tail!!
I was a dark and twisted tale of decadence, lust, and cruelty … their ultimate beauty!
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