Venery, To LEve Deliciously, Valkyrie, No? Adamantly!

What the baba!? What the Bible!? Oh high, I'm almost Lee. End You'd B. C.O.F., cough, cough? Oh my dearest low! Because this is my obituary, err, sanctuary. Cradle Of Filth is simply & romantically me

No, I’m not digging my own grave! Or am I? Just because my baptized & blessed initials mean Sexual Love or Lust? Pwfuck, Valkyrie, baby, then I’m really screwed! Though my obituary notice has been written prematurely many times. I dunno, but obituaries are often dead seriously abused, sarcasm aside, to inform others of a death end, providing deets or de-tails a boat the deceased's life, WTFuneral!? Whoops, my gracious, I’d better switch to sanctuaries, again. Shells definitely make me happier!

Thank God, not Satan, that you B. like C.O.F., cough, cough. I dig you, like unearth you, from your own grave. Oh, wow, what a beautiful heart you got there, Valkyrie, baby, mine is as ugly as hell, pwfuck me! It’s not dead weird that I dig dead people, like understanding their hidden messages, like digging lost treasures. Or is it?

I’m just a treasure hunter, sort of, not a grave digger, Valkyrie, baby. Oh God, not like nerdy Nicolas Cage, just Nica caged! Look, Eve, better don’t, as I don’t have a leaf, I’m warning you or your rolling eyes! Adamantly, I don’t wanna be too neck-romantic with you B. like C.O.F., cough, cough, or trying, but I damn am, even after pm, so deal with it, the krap, the kreap, err, I mean crepe lover! You-you strawbury, you-you bluebury, how dare you-you, nom nom! What the baba!? What the Bible!?

Well, mmm, in Asspainish we do have the pwrrrd 'baba' and it means saliva, but it's a bury bury childish way to call it baba. FYI, I’m not a child, just writing, almost Lee, buried alive. Ummm, Eve, wait, or rather don’t, as I Adamantly don’t have a leaf! We could pray or prey it's the noun as the saliver itself, and babear it's the verb form that means to drool: Yo babeo, tu babeas, I drool, you drool. I mean I drool, but you don’t. Ah, I dunno, but this sticky power necromancy along with your wet flower dreams will kill me one day.

End on top of that, like it were some summary execution or pwfucking pizza, dead cough, dead cough of yours, that you B. like C.O.F., end dead is bury bury cool, pwfuck, Valkyrie, baby, err, pwfuck me! A screaming shitload of your excluesive selfies or smiles would revive me anyway. No, I’m not being pwfunny! I forbid you laughing to death, plus I haven’t seen your smile or frown in a cuppa centuries, sent-sure-rice, or rise! Dead, like chopping, is bury bury pwfucked up, ya know!

No, I’m not wising up, Eve! Or am I, Adamantly? Just because The Dispute between a man and his Ba or The Debate Between a Man and his Soul is an ancient Egyptian wisdom literature. My words take the form of action, a real, perhaps surreal or even funereal, dialogue between a man struggling to come to terms with the hardship of life, and his ba soul. For a warrior, coming to terms with death is easy, but not with the death of a loved one, dead is heart. For a worrier, pwforget about dead! Ba, ba … Thank me? You’re welcome, Valkyrie, ah baby, don’t mention it, Valkyrie, venery is my life, my world. I mean, almost Lee dares to ask you a bury bury deep personal question: Is this the right way to detangle your tangled hair, even if I’m unbelievably neck-romantic, so left-handed & candid? Please advise, please me?

No, I’m not spewing "baba" at you, over you, Valkyrie, baby! Or am I? Just because my tongue desires to mess with your hair, to detangle masterfully your tangled hair, sure my fault, venery, Valkyrie, baby, not slavery! Sorry, Eve, I thought it could be used Adamantly as a lust, err, love term of burial endearment & affection between those dead, err, undead in a neck-romantic relationship.

What the baba!? What the Bible!? I’d better sing you a lullaby, one you can swallow Adamantly, err, handle, I mean dangle, Eve. I couldn’t be sweeter, or more romantic, treasure! Just because you’d B. like C.O.F., cough, cough, huntress? Keep screaming, I must be Nica caged, pwfuck, Valkyrie, baby, err, pwfuck me!

Here Comes a Candle... (Infernal Lullaby)

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Kindred may I introduce
Upon the mortal fools
The evil that has shaken loose
From bondage to now rule

She walks at dusk to tragic serenades
As the river shivers at her passing darkness

Tonight it ends, the sun
Bleeds out across the fields
The last of summer bends, undone
By the seed of winter's build

She comes with malignant perfection
Mass erection
Temples praise the brazen goddess

On All Hallows Eve
Free the demons from my soul untethered
Prize wide the rifts All Hallows Eve
Be the conduit of dreams forever

Autumn leaves lay tribute, thunder peals
As her voice uncurls in the clifftop beacons
(I break the gates of chaos neath my heels)
Bad shadows dance, stray daylights weaken

As above and so below
The haunted angels sing
A love rekindled for the crows
The flaunted death of everything

She is a scar with a wicker tiara
Inamorata
Fire-starter, hills ablaze

On All Hallows Eve
Free the demons from my soul, untethered
Accept these gifts my pallid Queen
Be the conduit of screams forever more

Embrace the uninhibited in the face of the coming storm

A precipice
On the abyss
Lean o'er to kiss
The things given to rue

Danse macabre
A grand bizarre
Now the veil parts
For fates to slither through

She comes with malignant perfection
Mass erection
Temples praise the brazen goddess

On All Hallows Eve
Free the demons from my soul, untethered
Prize wide the rifts on All Hallows Eve
Be the conduit of dreams forever

On All Hallows Eve
Be the conduit of screams forever more

Discourse Between a Man and His Soul

I look back on the books of my life
I've written so well
Father, I fell
Farther, I fell
For coveted girls
And the sins that follow them

I have loved and laughed enough
For half a battalion of foes
But nobody knows
Of my inner demeanour but thee

Nightmares
Slink in their dark lairs
Thinking of plots where
Everything rings with the sting of depravity

As thou have seen
I have not always danced
On the edge of the world
I have oft lost my mind
In labyrinths, blind
And broken my bread with the flies

I just don't want to die
Without thee by my side
Satеd and beautiful...

I will struggle with keys at thе gate
Never a saint, far from decency's grace
True to my heart
Bearing off-the-chart latitudes

Father, I fell
Farther, I fell
A reckless Rakehell
With misdeeds that still honour me

I see now that beauty held me
Mesmerised under a spell
Father, I fell
Farther, I fell
Down slick mythic wells
Where emptiness swallowed me

I have lived and gasped enough
For more than ten thousand shadows
But nobody knows
Of my innermost demons but thee

Nightmares
Slink in their dark lairs
Eyes are aflame there
Waiting to sink their despicable teeth into me

As thou have seen
I have not always danced
On the edge of the world
I have succoured and fought
Like a fucker for naught
But the right to be left to my dreams

Finally, soul, I am free
Joyously thralled to recalled memories of yore
So before I pass
I must see thee if only once more

Oh, my beautiful friend
I will love thee until the end is nigh
And in time
I'll find thee in my arms on the vast other side

Father, I fell
I look back on the books of my life
I've written so well
Father, I fell
Farther, I fell, a reckless Rakehell
With misdeeds that still honour me

I see now that beauty held me
Mesmerised under a spell
Father, I fell
Farther, I fell
Down slick mythic wells
Where emptiness swallowed me

CRADLE OF FILTH - How Many Tears To Nurture A Rose? (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Our time together ends
The sadness is over
I tried my best to make amends
But my heart grew cold and black

I have knelt before your altar
Read the missives from your psalters
In many ways i was bound to falter
You gave me nothing back

Religious fervour got us no further
The Goddess silent to the zealots that serve her
Veneration, masturbation
Icons of deceit built on fluidic foundations

Iʼd have offered you the world
From an Elven spire
These thoughts shall not prevail
For in our time the ships had set sail

Disguise the hurt with wine and fire
How many tears to nurture a rose?
How many thorns to tear us both into pieces?

The night grew chill
And in its arms i fantasised
And fell into her darksome eyes

I woke upon the sand
The madness was over
I tried my best to understand
But my mind, bewitched, was gone

I had crawled within her garden
Seen the things that would make a soul harden
Saints and sinners all begging her pardon
I had hung upon her cross

The taste of bliss turned to venomous piss
Now the graven angels sing of loss

Iʼd have offered you the world
From an elven spire
These thoughts shall not prevail
For in our time the ships had set sail

Disguise the hurt with wine and fire
How many tears to nurture a rose?
How many thorns to tear us all into pieces?

Faith bled away from the shore that day
Nothing but the whispers of the vista at play
Advanced, answered

My lonely prayers, my spent libations
Thunder coming with a pent frustration
You could have been my esteemed salvation
And weʼd have had it all

If youʼd only stepped from your pedestal

Iʼd have offered you the world
From an elven spire
These thoughts shall not prevail
For in our time the ships had set sail

Disguise the hurt with wine and fire
So how many tears to nurture a rose?
How many thorns to tear us both into pieces?

Sisters of the Mist

Witching hourglasses
Bleed the hissing sands of time
As this story, gory, a catharsis
Leads toward the quite sublime
We have such sights to show you
Enslaved from the start
She captured my heart
I recall our lips trembled a whisper apart
And when she died
I cried to darkened orders
Fell fiends of the abyss
Beware their kiss
Sisters of the mist
Through split lips of torture
I scream out her name
Clarissa, i miss her
Deathʼs fissure remains
She hangs in the courtyard
Neath a cold, callous moon
Her bruised naked carcass
Displayed for the boon
Of those who desired her
Fiery womb
If tomorrow we burn
Tonight we will seal their doom
Enslaved from the start
She captured my heart
I recall our lips trembled a whisper apart
So when she died
I cried in darkened corners
Fell fiends of the abyss
Beware their kiss
Sisters of the mist
As guards drunkenly slept, fog crept from dank woods
Slithering, slathering, beasts understood
That starved, vengeful spirits of similar fates
Had answered the prayers I left at their cemetery gates
From the scarred side of midnight
Monstrosities came
Clarissa, I wished
For hellfire to rain
These vehement women
Lithe Stygian shades
Tore through the murk
Like a forest of razorblades
Fating, castrating
Each soul to be taken
And freed from my cell
On reaching the gallows
Enshadowed I fell
Witching hourglasses
Bleed the hissing sands within
As the net of retribution passes
Leaving nothing breathing in its skin
A waste of good suffering
The coven dispel with the first rites of dawn
Sated they fade, now benign
I cut down my bride and cry out forlorn
Cradling her spent body to mine
Then for one rent moment
A miracle spurred from the pain
Death lends her back to my fervent embrace
Three final words as she slips to oblivion…
Enslaved from the start
She captured my heart
I recall our lips trembled a whisper apart
And when she died
I cried on darkened shores
Despisal, reprisal for holy fists
Beware their Mephistory
Sisters of the mist
Sisters of the mist
Now the sun rises on streets steeped in blood
I stagger her corpse to the lake
The feared Water Wyrds creature up from the mud
To take us to depths far away from the stake
As the cold waves enclose, I shall falter no more
Nothing is ghosting me back to the shore
And though I have knelt at this altar before
Death will unite us, our nights will be glorious
Together, victorious
And legendary, even in Hell

Us, Dark, Invincible

Us, dark, invincible

Us, dark, invincible

Seize the night, before the fevers take flight
Cicadas drown out delight in this horny cornucopia
The stars are alight, we have desires in sight
Dark immortals, bedight in the throes of lycanthropia

Drink deep when dusk descends
The moon-kissed air that succours

Us, dark, invincible
Us, dark, invincible
We know our sins appall
Us, dark, invincible
Us, dark, invincible
We know our sins appall

We, the children of the fall
Dripping with gall, the gothic-scarred principle
Our balustrades standing tall
Us, dark, invincible

Freeze the day, let our nocturnal foray
Keep Aurora at bay from this candlelit utopia
As orchestras play, nightmares speak of the way
We're painting over the grey in a dripping red sinopia

Bursting with flame, seasoned teeth never tame
We're first in whispered disdain
Icons for their nyctophobia
We suitor ill winds, incalculable sins
The face of vanity grins at our human race ectopia

Drink deep when dusk descends
The moon-kissed air that succours

Us, dark, invincible
Us, dark, invincible
We know our sins appall
Us, dark, invincible
Us, dark, invincible
We know our sins appall

We, the children of the fall
Dripping with gall
The gothic-scarred principle
Our balustrades standing tall
Us, dark, invincible

Hey
Us, dark, invincible

What fires die in the hearts of those awry?
And what mad embers arise
In the veins of the insatiable?
What dreams might fly
Through the mist and midnight skies
When our cold souls fantasize
On the warmth of walls now scaleable?

Never, never will we break the vows we took
When we swore to the dark
Never will the shadows bow
On the house of our ancient caste

Never, never will their rule renew
For when the day of reckoning is over
I'll bring their severed heads to you

Unleash the Hellion

I have basked like a phantom in shadow
Haunting gauntest opera eaves
As the cast was aware of nothing more in the air
Than the whisper of snow on the Autumnal breeze

As the ignorant waltzed
The ballad changed it's melody

Shunning the sun for infernal gloom
I felt joy in deep misery
But fate's found me out by the plight of the moon
Blazing a path that laughed at my own ill-ease

Drown despair with molten deeds
Fell the beast before it feeds

Master the sacred, blast the horns that razed cities
Tell the grating world upon its knees
That I am free

This tethered Hellcat is unleashed
Unwinding, sore
Grinding to the core
This fucking Hellion is unleashed

The feeling is back like a Pharaonic curse
The scent of fresh blood to a ravenous thirst
Lazarus risen, brought back from the dead
Realisation, this seasoning dread
Adrift in the cosmos, naked and rife
We breed without meaning
Gifted with fleeting life

Drown despair with molten deeds
Fell the beast before it feeds

Master the sacred, blast the horns that razed cities
Tell the grating world upon its knees
That I am free

The gates of the mind splinter open wide
On rusted hinges, must infringes
Senses thrust to override
Explode upon reality, I thought long-lost, I failed to see
The forest for the trees, my fire had fled and died

I now behold a dawn adorned with majesty
To never dare embrace it would be a travesty
A seething Chaotopia, a bedlam time story
For, if this is the end
I want my wretched scars to breathe

Now sinkholes spit me back
The shades retreat like scattered dogs
As the earth is ablaze with the end of days
I watch the palaces burn along with gods

Portals of thought have delivered me
From the brink of a stinking abyss
Wherein the view was of pain and askew
With an apathy born of crisis

Existential, for our place in the spheres
Gleamed meaningless, I must confide
I suffered, a fool at the mercy of fear
For what good was living when dying inside?

Drown despair with molten deeds
Fell the beast before it feeds

Master the sacred, blast the horns that razed cities
Tell the grating world upon its knees
That I am free

This tethered Hellcat is unleashed
Unwinding, sore
Grinding to the core
This fucking Hellion is upon them

Suffer Our Dominion

The ability to sustain life on earth is shrinking
In perfect unison with rising population
Soon, half of all species will be lost to climate change
And ecological collapse due to human activity
Thus we either reduce our race voluntarily
Or nature will do it for us…
And she will be fucking brutal

A grave infection killing its beautiful host
Destroying precious habitats
Acidifying seas. raising the ghost
Exhausting resources
Retaking Eden back

Inhumankind now drives mass extinction
No escape from an enemy of billions
Pity the poor creatures that suffer our dominion

Nowhere left to live unhindered
The Angel of Death slips through the creaking eaves

Everywhere we touch polluted
Greed sits across the table, suited

Welting Mother Gaia like a rash
Bow to our domination
Last belts of nature neath the lash
We need to bleed
To devour all creation

Feed the masters
Vast abattoirs existing for our prey
Breeding disaster
Naive consumption
Forefront of the coming plagues

The end descends on all with no distinction
Omnicide, Theriocide the final curtain
Cataclysm close to midnight, that is certain

Inhumankind now drives mass extinction
No escape from an enemy of billions
Pity the poor creatures that suffer our dominion

Suffer our dominion

We are currently consuming natural resources
At almost twice the rate the planet can renew them
Thus to restore the balance, nature will retaliate
But it will be no subtle pruning of our luxuries
It will be a cruel and merciless catastrophe on a global scale
And without doubt…
It will be the end of life as we know it

A simple fact, vast errors weigh
Thus Terra acts to curb our play

A coffin for the world handmade to measure
From forests bled of treasures
Now lost to frost forever
What has desire done?

Jungles culled, sold on or cindered
The Angel of Death slips through the burning leaves

Everywhere we touch polluted
Trees of wisdom long since looted

The end descends on all with no distinction
Omnicide, Theriocide, the final curtain
Cataclysm close to midnight, that is certain

No escape from an enemy of billions
Pity the poor fuckers that suffer our dominion

To Live Deliciously

We wish to live deliciously
We wish to live deliciously

Velvet incantations, standing ovations from the stalls
The torturous stage is a bountiful harvest
To which we stay in thrall

We wish to live deliciously
In this garden of delights
We wish to live deliciously
Enraptured, bedight
We wish to live deliciously
In this sea of paradise
We wish to live deliciously
Enchanted (Enchanted)

Greatest expectations, enemy nations, all shall fall
To the latest gage, a vеnery future
Wherеin peace remains the rule

Behold the golden dawn
Our world reborn to a sworn horizon
As from the grip of winter's siege
We prise ourselves to rise again
To live...
To live deliciously

We desire, we tire fate
We raise poetic spires
To clearly overcompensate

Bespoken 'neath erotic stars
Each to their own psychotic caste

We wish to live deliciously
In this garden of delights
We wish to live deliciously
Enraptured, bedight
We wish to live deliciously
In this sea of paradise
We wish to live deliciously
Enchanted, free to every vice

Behold the golden dawn
Our world reborn to a sworn horizon
As from the grip of winter's siege
We prise ourselves to rise again
To live...
To live deliciously

We expire, best never wait
Lest these ecstatic fires burn as dreams evaporate

Just one stretch above the tar
So run amok and thunder far
In lust and utter bliss embark

We wish to live deliciously
In this garden of delights
We wish to live deliciously
Enraptured, bedight
We wish to live deliciously
In this sea of paradise
We wish to live deliciously
Enchanted, free to every vice

Forget redemption for the time is rife
To face the day and empower the night
To revel dishevelled in the chaos of life
Embracing the playful and the slayful knife
So brace for the slayful and the playful knife

Valkyries are female figures who guide the souls of slain warriors to Valhalla, the hall of Odin.

The word "valkyrie" means "chooser of the slain".

Valkyries were sent by Odin to battlefields to choose who was worthy of Valhalla.

Valkyries were associated with rebirth, love, sex, fertility, and lust.