Cradle Of Filth - Arti Lirik Swansong ForA Raven

Forgive the day’s

Last serenades

Her skies they bruise like Nordic women

Deep crimson stains

That Death would claim

His robes of office swim in


As would I

For his dark eye

Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe

On charred remains

With shared disdain

For those I chose to mortify


Their cries

Have paralysed

And the smoke has choked these vistas

But still I lie

Though tears have died

On the grave of my Clarissa


A verse for her whispered to the earth

(A lover’s curse is a see-through coffin)

Praises her curves so oft concurred


Though she was:

No Snow White on the night she died

Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over

Lipped with blood and secrets pried


For on and in they spread her wide

That seraph bride

The Devil’s pride

Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise


But they would writhe

For my dark eye

Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s

On Esther’s reign

And in this vein

I saw their lust still stain her thighs


Their cries

Have paralysed

And the smoke has choked these vistas

But still I lie

Though tears have died

On the grave of my Clarissa


Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes

Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches

A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry:


I was:

No dark knight, breaking men like ice

I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over

Lipped with blood and last goodbyes


Now I dream

Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion

Where beauty streams

Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come

To tear out her spells

In red lettered cells

Wherein even the crown prince of Hell

Come out of his arrogant shell

Would falter to better


But her face soon dispels

And as black feathers fell

From heaven’s smoke

So I woke to insanity

Her exquisite corpse

Found fit for their sport

Of course

Would burn on the morrow with me:


And there on this night

Strung up in my sight

Naked she sways

Displayed for their vulgar delight


I scream through my bars at the stars

That for these crimes of mine solace me

I will fear not the flames

That to passion are tame

Not nearly the same searing pain

(I pray) As held sway upon losing her

Nor the mettle of roars

That will settle like ashes and scores

As with our ghosts in the fog

When we both turn no more


13. Mother Of Abominations


Mother of abominations

Our Lady Overkill

Smothering the congregation

Grips the cosmic wheel

A lover of acceleration

No mercy or brakes applied

I see dead stars collide

In her cold unflinching powerslide


Comets tear the skies

Gushing from a shattered silence

Never so alive

Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines

Minds desanitized

Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence

Darkness fantasised

Sleek and polished black


Instrumental in stripping Gods

To neuter and mute their staves

Thereafter

Her laughter

Shalt sound aloft their future graves


Heavens above

Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising

Except no love

When she enters your golden halls

Millennial the whore

Riding wide astride the horns of madness

Clarions forth the war

Spilling the wine of her fornication

Perrenial the gore

Filling the lines between split nations

Seeping under doors

In time tides force a wider crack


Mother of abominations

Our Lady Overkill

Smothering the congregation

Licks the royal milk


The scourge hangs at her girdle

Death slathers near her heel

Seeking blood to curdle

When the gathered clouds reveal

Her roared abortive labour

Thighs slick with molten steel

Dripping into sabres

For Vulcan spawn to wield


Instrumental in stripping Gods

To neuter and lash her slaves

Thereafter

Her laughter

Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves


Heveans above

Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising

Expect no love

When they enter your golden halls

On sanguine floods

Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving

Skewered like doves

Outside the wailing wallsMother of abominations

Our Lady Overkill

Smothering the congregation

Grips the cosmic wheel

A lover of acceleration

No mercy or brakes applied

I see dead stars collide

In her cold unflinching powerslide


Comets tear the skies

Gushing from a shattered silence

Never so alive

Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines

Minds desanitized

Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence

Darkness fantasised

Sleek and polished black


Instrumental in stripping Gods

To neuter and mute their staves

Thereafter

Her laughter

Shalt sound aloft their future graves


Heavens above

Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising

Except no love

When she enters your golden halls

Millennial the whore

Riding wide astride the horns of madness

Clarions forth the war

Spilling the wine of her fornication

Perrenial the gore

Filling the lines between split nations

Seeping under doors

In time tides force a wider crack


Mother of abominations

Our Lady Overkill

Smothering the congregation

Licks the royal milk


The scourge hangs at her girdle

Death slathers near her heel

Seeking blood to curdle

When the gathered clouds reveal

Her roared abortive labour

Thighs slick with molten steel

Dripping into sabres

For Vulcan spawn to wield


Instrumental in stripping Gods

To neuter and lash her slaves

Thereafter

Her laughter

Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves


Heveans above

Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising

Expect no love

When they enter your golden halls

On sanguine floods

Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving

Skewered like doves

Outside the wailing walls