Tekster:
Cradle Of Filth Lovecraft And Witch Hearts

rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Would be tidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near suicides cross their hearts And

hellhounds Hearts pounding loud Racing Heaven out of focus Under quicksilver clouds "God is maimed, come let us prey" To lunar deities that pave deadways Twixt the living and

flame, I gazed out Tapped into the fog and shared her pain When in her mind she sought his leave And begged forgiveness I splintered her coffin and

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 eldritch

: 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