Cradle Of Filth
rise of the pentagram
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One dark afternoon
Like a shadow I flew
Through the rain that fell sick with lament
To this house of incest
For when we undressed
Blasphemies against Venus were rent
Though a sister removed
Her white body approved
The parade of my heavenly quests
Yet, all tongues are not true
Some are forked or askew
Like an uncivil serpent's at best
For ousted from Eden
I fausted all reason
Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan
To haunt fairy groves
And hot virgin coves
Where in the promiscuous swam
I elected lovers and rejected others
Mathistrisses that don't give a damn
But for those that still do
My deep interest grew
The rise of the true pentagram!
- Álbum:
- Hammer of the Witches
- Total Fucking Darkness
- The Manticore and Other Horrors
- Evermore Darkly
- Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
- Thornography
- Nymphetamine
- Damnation And A Day
- Live Bait for the Dead
- Lovecraft & Witch Hearts
- Bitter Suites To Succubi
- Midian
- From The Cradle To Enslave
- Cruelty And The Beast
- Dusk... And Her Embrace
- The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
- Dusk & Her Embrace
- Vempire Or Dark Faerytales In Phallustein
- Vempire
- Miscellaneous