Bitter Suites to Succubi EP Lyrics Album by Cradle of Filth
Album Lyrics
1. Sin Deep My Wicked Angel
(Instrumental)
2. All Hope in Eclipse
A thousand nights once succoured me
in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy,
sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame.
A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults
sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt.
The comming of extinction synched
to whimpers of my name.
My name!
Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity,
an acid reign to purify the world.
The asp at Pharaoh’s breast,
the Atom split under duress.
A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl!
My heart torn apart left a rifled grave,
save for an unfurled flag of hate to
enthral a mindless zombie race.
All heil, all heil, all heil
the Serpentine’s gift.
All heil, love fails,
all hope lies in eclipse.
Black bibles I incribed, the words
“Damnation through design” seemed a
bitter truth far better for the lie.
For as hope was felled by reason,
forlorn became the season.
And Death was swift to swallow
on the heels of life.
Lowered souls growing cold,
tentered easy prey.
When heaven’s flock,
a fair game, dropped.
I bored of war with God
with greater thrones to claim.
All heil, all heil, all heil
the Serpentine’s gift.
All heil, love fails,
all hope lies in eclipse.
Then between the past and the
ravening dark a sly Messiah came.
In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed
she stole the soul, Hate had sold away.
An ancient chill
blew down the centuries,
that night atonement’s eyes
lit a burning man in me.
When love lay bleeding
and Fates sate feeding
from wounds gored ‘neath
those cherubic wings
She of kindred light
gladly sacrificed Eternity
just to be with me.
As the moon whose silvered fingers play
on words and dreams too cursed for day,
she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued.
Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair,
and faith renewed leapt joyous there
I praised their worth then planned
their conquest too.
Alright!
All heil, all heil, all heil
the Serpentine’s gift.
All heil, love fails,
all hope lies in eclipse.
All heil, all heil, all heil
the Libertine’s wish.
All heil, love fails,
all hope lies in eclipse…
…and ignorance is truly bliss.
3. Born in a Burial Gown
Sibilant and macabre
Walpurgis sauntered in.
Skies litten with five-pointed stars,
the work of crafts surpassing sin.
As She graced Her window ledge,
an orphaned gypsy nymph.
This issue of the forest’s bed,
skin flushed with sipped absinthe.
Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak
tried once concealing Hell,
a snow white line of divine freaks
in riot where they fell.
The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight
for seven days and seven festival nights.
What wicked wonders lie within the comfines
of the panther’s den?
She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue,
the restless spirit of Christmas to come.
A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb
than gingerbread men.
Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial,
she was the light of the world going down.
War-torn, forlorn and malarial,
she was found born in a burial gown.
Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross,
seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose
in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost.
Too many decades misfit and mislaid!
So innocent, a tender legend of prey
parades her second coming,
now they’re running afraid!
Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial,
she was the light of the world going down.
War-torn, forlorn and malarial,
she was found born in a burial gown.
Now She moves with a predator’s guile
beyond the firelit circle of life.
She soothes your cold heart for a while,
then matches its beat synching in with a knife.
She wrestles her dreams
with a delicate ease espied
by her cross on the wall.
And should she awake
through embrace or mistake,
she would take Jesus.
Blest foot forward and all!
Sibiliant and at last
the circus crawled away
with another lover in its arms,
dancing on her grave.
Born, born, born forlorn,
born in a burial gown.
She was born, born forlorn,
born in a burial gown.
Born in a burial gown!
4. Summer Dying Fast
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 Nazarene.
I watch the storm approaching,
the darkness calls my name.
The trees are growing restless,
they feel the season change.
Their fruit has putrified,
forbidden once and bound to die.
The thread of life lies severed
on the brink of paradise.
Grinning winds of hate unfurled
dash towers tall that grip the sun,
talons stretch beneath her veil.
Reclamation, our time has come!
Time has come!
Autumn spreads its golden wings
and lays the path for those unseen,
a tangled web of evil spun at last.
Winter spawn from barren thighs
to readdress, to slay the blind,
and throw the reins untethered
to the skies
They pray to the full moon rising!
Diana moving with such infinite grace
wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall.
How many secrets can they read by your face?
Will they know of majesty,
of secrets held in dream-dead sleep,
and frozen stars that gild the forest floor?
Will their “God” of bridled love
assuage our rule from planes above,
or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?
War!
Wrest askew the nails that
have held you, lurking deep.
September prayers are waning,
burn the shrines of fettered sheep.
Spearhead the insurrection
of a world that seeks no end.
“We are what we are,
what we shall be, again!”
Appear, draped in terror
to the comfort of your kin.
Stain the milky sunset red
and let the other in.
Summer’s dying fast…
5. No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover)
It’s just a feeling
I get sometimes.
A feeling, sometimes!
And I get frightened
just like you,
I get frightened too.
But it’s…
No time for heartache,
no time to run and hide.
No time for breaking down,
no time to cry.
Sometimes in the world as is you’ve
got to shake the hand that feeds you.
It’s just like Adam says, it’s not
so hard to understand.
It’s just like always coming down on,
just like Jesus never came.
And what did you expect to find?
It’s just like always here!
Again it’s…
No time for heartache,
no time to run and hide.
No time for breaking down,
no time to cry.
Everything will be alright,
everything will turn out fine.
Some nights I still can’t sleep,
and the voices pass with time.
And I keep…
Everything will be alright,
everything will turn out fine.
Some nights I still can’t sleep,
and the voices pass with time.
And I keep…
No time for tears,
no time to run and hide.
No time to be afraid of fear,
I keep no time to cry.
No time for heartache,
no time to run and hide.
No time for breaking down,
no time to cry.
6. The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
From the primeval mass
let precious chaos vent
Sacred flesh drenched in fornication,
beloved of Set!
May the winds gather her together
from the secrets of men.
After thousands of years of terrifying
silence she comes again.
The abolition of the Yeshua begins!
Shattered are the icons of the worthless,
the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born.
Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy,
leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs.
World without end,
cherish the lissome
wants of pernicious evil.
Dusk in her eyes
torn bloody weeping skies.
Darkness will hasten to devour,
and the weak will flee or die.
“Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames,
disposer of light, lover of darkness.
She’s holding an inquisition from
the bandaged feeble one.”
I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine,
abandonment unto our Lady.
With a quenchless thirst for the infinite,
for her that exists beyond all knowledge.
Storming from tired centuries
under the glare of a waxing Death-moon.
Terrible beauty of love severed,
rip the baby from the virginal womb.
The blood of Jesus is
the wine of the dead,
and the drunken angels
bleed with incest.
The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts,
and yield the swords that sever and stain.
There will be no act or passion wrought
that shall not be attributed to Her names.
To the name of Baphomet,
Artemis, Bastet, Astarte.
I yearn to thee who art darkness
in thy rising.
From the primeval mass
let precious chaos vent
Sacred flesh drenched in fornication,
beloved of Set!
May the winds gather her together
from the secrets of men.
After thousands of years of terrifying
silence she comes again.
Shattered are the icons of the worthless,
the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born.
Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy,
leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs.
7. Suicide and Other Comforts
I pace alone in a place for
the dead overcome by woe,
and here I’ve grown so fond
of dread that I swear it’s Heaven.
Oh sweet Mary
dressed in grief,
roll back the stone.
With these words scrawled in a severed hand
tears fall like shards of glass that band
in rivers, like sinners swept with me
to join the damned
A darkened sky!
The day that laughter died
fell swiftly into night,
and stayed within her sight.
Staring at the knife!
Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice
my life to have Her with me.
So farewell to distant thunder,
those inept stars I’ve worshipped under.
Fall farther, their Father lies in
wait in flames below.
Whilst my love, a blood red flower,
calls to me from verdant bowers.
Graveside, I cry please save me
from this Hell I know.
A darkened sky!
The day that laughter died
fell swiftly into night,
and stayed within her sight.
Staring at the knife!
Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice
my life to have Her with me.
An eye for an eye as espied in the bible,
my faith is lost to the burning of idols.
One less cross to press upon the survival
of this lorded agony.
And I, much as I have tried
to bury her from mind, Fate’s
tourniquet was tied when she died.
Still sense her presence so divine,
lithe arms about my throat like
pining swans entwined, footfalls
at nightfall close to mine.
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release!
I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars,
see her face in every natural feature.
Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever
with glee deceiving me.
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release!
I hear her voice from where the grave defies her,
siren song to sing along, no finer.
Suicide notes harmonised in a minor,
strike a chord with misery.
No light nor reef,
no unsinkable of romance keeps me
safely from the stormy seas.
Now drowning, resounding
Death-knells pound my dreams.
Unthinkable to dredge through this
listless and lonely winter frieze.
A darken sky!
This day hereafter dies,
falls swiftly into night,
and stays within my sight.
Staring at the knife!
Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice
my life to have her with me!
No more a victim of a crusade
where souls are strung from a moral palisade,
I slit my wrists and quickly slip away.
I journey now on jewelled sands
beneath a moon to Summerlands,
to grace Her lips with contraband.
The blaze once in my veins!
8. Dinner at Deviant’s Palace
-Spoken backwards-
Our Father who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
as in Heaven so on Earth.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our debts
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And bring us not into temptation,
but deliver us from the evil one.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power,
and the glory, for ever and ever.
Amen!
9. The Black Goddess Rises II
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 darkest Gabrielle,
Lilith who rode the steed.
Thou art pale Hecate
rising from Thessaly.
Crush their unworthy idols,
no church shall bar our path.
Seductive Evil, drink your fill of
the bleeding Christ in your arms
Thou art in my dreams,
the darkness in my eyes,
the rapture in my screams.
Black Goddess!
We bide our hideous soldiers,
inviting esctacy, but though
they send the thunder,
bringing their dekind.
Thou art in my dreams,
the darkness in my eyes,
the rapture in my screams.
Black Goddess!
Nothing will keep us apart,
we could kill them all
if our desire tore free.
Our union is one,
Sweet sinful Eve!
And the night draws in beside her
as we embrace the dark with designs.
And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire
as I bury my seed deep inside .
“Archangel, snare the flesh,
suck dry the ebbing wound.
Leave them lifeless and broken,
my beloved…”
Oh, how I have craved for you!
So pure and other-worldly with
your scent of Winter.
Am I to bleed myself dry
just to see your delight?
And the fear retreats forever
when my secrets are wedded with thine.
Under seven stars we come back together
to plot the new age’s decline!
Ishtar, my Queen,
come forth to me!
And help me seize my future
from the House of Death.
That in the release of immortality
I should slay their fucking Nazarene.
Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you.
Thou art in my dreams,
the darkness in my eyes,
the rapture in my screams.
Black Goddess!
Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm
as love secretes the thrill for war.
The virgin raped shall seek to whore,
she-wolf bare your snarling jaw.
Thee I invoke, bornless one,
all woman, pure predator.
Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell
like a seething fall from grace.
Thou art darkest Gabrielle,
Lilith who rode the steed.
Thou art pale Hecate
rising from Thessaly.
10. Scorched Earth Erotica
Sunset, expect this to be your
last with our vast return.
As Death is set at three sixes
where hill beacons burn.
Darkness, undress your descending
skirts yield a thirsting altar.
Blood-red yet still unfed lips
distend ending time to falter.
Dominus!
Welcome, arms tied
down crucified,
the slaughter.
Dominus…
Lightening freezes seven,
outtakes from the rape of the world.
Sins expelled from Heaven,
now befoul from the bowels of Hell.
Where the tragic in theory and practice fell!
Last prayers hang in the air, each unto
their own rag and bonemeal saviours.
Strung where crippled vultures dare,
Golgotha coughs another cross
to grave God’s failure.
Dominus…
Once the forests spired,
nurtured in Nature’s heart.
Now dreat cedars feed the pyres,
need-fires lit for greater harm.
Dominus…
As her children toy with razors,
sightless and deeply scarred.
And the moon arose to phase her,
cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars.
And lights our path back
through the shattered glass!
Where the tragic in theory
and practice meet!
Deranged, uncaged we rage like
a plague through this age of greed.
Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap,
a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat.
Scorched Earth rebirth,
disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor.
Whose worth is worse than the curse of
Sardonicus choking on his own saliva.
Who shares the last laugh now
dead wedded fates fulfil their vows?
Foot in mouth of sacred cows,
face down in dust and poisoned ground.
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