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Tytuł: Beneath the howling stars

  • Wykonawca: Cradle Of Filth
  • Wy¶wietleń: 263
Midwinter wrongs
   the rites of Spring
   Her spinal chill rakes the earth
   Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
   Woebetidings of rebirth
   Under cold stares of Mars maligned
   Near-suicides cross their hearts
   And unborns writhe in tepid brine
   For something wicked this way starts
  
   Beneath the howling stars
  
   Elizabeth, paragon of vice
   Watches the sun set pyres alight
   As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep
   Like spellbound paramours at Her feet
  
   A chatter of bells without
   Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge
   From sleighs hastened through snow lit red
   Guests espied from the garret ledge
  
   Great gloomy mirror tell Her face
   She will outblind them all
   That heavenly bodies would fall from grace
   To possess such a lustrous pall
  
   For beauty is always Cruel...
  
   (Let destiny in chains commence...
   Damnation under Gods seeking recompense
   Enslaving to the whims of this mistress)
  
   As the dance ensued
   Elizabeth's mood
   Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
   In slick black iciness it grew
   To consume
   The wench Her tower tombed
   Tending to Her costume
   Bore the brunt of the storm
   When the needle askewed
   She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through
   Restored to jaded bliss
   This evisceratrix
   Descended to the ball
   With painted blood upon Her lips
   Passing like a comet so white
   As to eclipse
   The waltz wound down, transfixed
  
   Devoid of all breath in the air
   Even Death paled to compare
   To the taint of Her splendour
   So rare and engendered
   'Pon the awed throng gathered
   There...
  
   Beneath the howling stars
  
   She danced so macabre
   Men entranced divined from Her gait
   That this angel stepped from a pedestal
   Had won remission from fate
   By alighting to darker spheres
   Delighting in held sway
   For She was not unlike the Goddess
   To whom the wolves bayed
  
   "Whilst envy glanced daggers
   From court maidens, arboured
   Who whispered in sects
   Of suspicions abroad
   That Elizabeth bewitched
   See how even now the whore casts
   Her spells upon the Black Count
   Whom Her reddened lips hold fast"
  
   Tongue unto tongue
   Swept on tides without care
   For the harpies who rallied
   Their maledict glares
   A halo of ravens tousled Her hair
   Chandeliers a tiara
   For passions ensnared
   Phantasies sexed
   When their eyes, moonstruck met
   Their friction wore a way
   Through the sea of foreplay
   Lovers at first bite
   She an Eve tempted to lay
   Gasping at rafters
   Flesh pressed in ballet
   But caprice, honours leashed
   She absconded the feast
   To prowl wonderland
   Beasts in hand from the Keep
   Of Feudal dilemma
   Well mantled in furs
   Through cullis to watch
   Dogstars howl at the earth
  
   On this violent night
   Unholy night
   Winds lashed their limbs together
   As the ether vent its wintry spite
  
   She wished His kiss on Her frozen landscapes
   To excite the bleak advance
   From castle bowers
   Wherein small hours
   The Devil never came by chance
   A lone charm tied to Her inner thigh
   Sent lusts nova as hooves trod
   Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet
   Were flung to a wayward god
  
   Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
   Her spinal chill rakes the earth
   Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
   Woebetidings of rebirth
   Under cold stares of Mars maligned
   Near-suicides cross their hearts
   And unborns writhe in tepid brine
   For something wicked this way starts
  
   Beneath the howling stars
  
   Pounding upon the pauper ridge
   Earshot of a hunched beldame
   Elizabeth teased, would He dare to please
   Such elderly loins enflamed?
   To this He feigned a grim disdain
   Playing to Her slayful eye
   But the hag replied...
   "This girl that chides
   Will soon be as plagued with age as I"
   Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath
   For Elizabeth's grace could raise
   A flag of truce in burning heaven
   Or the dead from early graves
   Yet still She seethed
   This proud Snow Queen
   Embittered with the cursed retort
   And because He sought Her loves onslaught
   He gutted the crone for sport
  
   Soon in full moon fever they were wed
   Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed
   Littered with aphrodisiacs
   To tease dynastic union
   And beget them further maniacs
  
   Elizabeth
   Free reigned, now a Countess
   Outwielded and outwore
   Her title like a favoured dress
   Whilst Her errant Lord
   Whose seasons savoured war
   Stormed black to fell the infidel
   Her embers, tempered, roared.