Tekster:
Cradle Of Filth Live In Berlin 95

: When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes In adoration of the moon

: Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would

: Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death

: Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead

: Black candles dance to an overture but I am drawn past their flickering lure to the breathing forest that surrounds the room where the vigilant trees

: Crawl in awful stealth to me Forever a voyeur I've been Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning

Crawl in awful stealth to me Forever a voyeur I've been Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed

Thee I invoke, bornless one all woman, pure predator wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art

Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took