Nymphetamine Lyrics Album by Cradle of Filth
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Album Lyrics
1. Satyriasis
Glory and praise to thee
in all the steeps of Heaven,
where thou didst reign.
And in the deeps of Hell
where fallen thou dreams silently…
2. Gilded Cunt
Your misery is worn as a veil to
hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind,
in place of Eve a bitter parody hails.
Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine.
Gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!
Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly
feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave.
My preference leans to killing you quickly,
scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains.
But I am tied to the
labyrinth and the beast.
The one way track of eyes,
black and grey like panzers.
Loose your shell, shoot the mouth,
the gates of Hell have often
dropped their jaws about.
Satan’s agents are perversions to bear
side to side with the diversions,
you use to guide my fingers there!
Dirty little gold digger…
Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!
Cunt, cunt!
Nothing is above you, save a boreal light,
that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice.
And below you will I see you tonight?
Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite.
For I am torn between
the sheets that keep me borne.
And the teeth of a storm
that reap then rend my stanzas.
Click your heels
three times six.
The stars are fixed,
may I climb and get you one?
The palace at Versailles
never held your tongue,
nor did Heaven ever weather
the crosses that you came upon.
Dirty little soul frigger…
Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!
Cunt, cunt!
Take your pain and
shove it up your asshole…
Oh, you gilded cunt!
Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly,
feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave.
My preference leans to killing you quickly,
scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains.
But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast.
The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers.
Loose your shell, shoot the mouth.
The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about.
Satan’s agents are perversions to bear.
Side to side with the diversions,
you use to guide my fingers there!
Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!
Cunt, cunt!
Gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!
Cunt!
Cunt!
Nothing is above you, save a boreal light.
That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice.
And below you, will I see you tonight?
Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite.
For I am torn,
between the sheets that keep me borne.
And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas.
Click your heels, three times six.
The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one?
The palace at Versailles never held your tongue,
nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon.
Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!
Cunt, cunt!
Gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!
Cunt!
Cunt!
Take your pain and shove it up your asshole…
3. Nemesis
Tonight is the night!
The empowering wind that
draws breath from despite
roars ‘neath my wings as I
soar with the end in sight!
Choirs ignite!
A swansong for Leda,
deathknells for Troy.
Tragedy blooms from one act,
I am Nemesis!
Poured in my arms when my
daughter’s eyelids closed,
I swore to slaughter those
who stole my ray of moonlight!
So strike up the skies!
The diction of thunder,
God-given rites, no fiction
can deafen the fact
I am Nemesis!
Cowled in the utter grief,
I am the priest of a new disorder
whose flag unfurled bears a
hatred for the western world.
There is no compromise,
no piped lament to stay the blind
just a shrike cacophony of war!
Ashes ember fires rise,
no longer am I paralysed.
Now I drown in a loss
worth fighting for.
Black is my heart!
Black is my heart!
Black is my heart!
I am nemesis!
Black is my heart!
Black is my heart!
Black is my heart!
I am nemesis!
Tonight is the night!
The city sweats fever
from the filth in her womb,
shifts like the season’s
unease at the hands of doom.
Restless inside!
Her split underbelly
suitored with flies.
Marital bowels now contract,
I am nemesis!
Poured in my arms when my
daughter’s eyelids closed,
I swore to slaughter those
who stole my ray of moonlight.
Never again our
enemies entertained.
I toy at the clasp of her chain,
and remember the fight!
Cowled in the utter grief,
I am the priest of a new disorder
whose flag unfurled bears a
hatred for the western world.
There is no compromise,
no piped lament to stay the blind
just a shrike cacophony of war!
Ashes ember fires rise,
no longer am I paralysed.
Now I drown in a loss
worth fighting for.
Black is my heart!
Black is my heart!
Black is my heart!
I am nemesis…
4. Gabrielle
Foul snake despair,
where once you darkened gardens
another coils there!
Where twice you sliced all hope from me
and left these present scars,
an insane love now burns above.
The weft of incandescent stars!
Hilt your dripping fangs that
range skywards to rend apart.
I might have sang of wings unchained
but long before I locked my heart…
For Gabrielle!
A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts!
Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh
like silver bells thawed your bitter
winter from my path!
Gabrielle!
Foul snake despair,
where once you peddled secrets
another spoils there!
With speech that sweetens drowning
in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs
that begged apologies for lengths
that mesmerised.
Spare your hissing sentiments
for her fee welts more than thine.
Though no malice she weans,
just a palace of dreams where
windswept chambers pine.
For Gabrielle,
whose hair-spun onyx
is run with gold!
Her rouge lips smack of dark blood,
her name in whisper rolls forever on
my tongue lest her memory dissolve!
Gabrielle…
Once crucified I would have
died a thousand more times
just to feel her breath on
my neck as a fervent lover.
To drown her sighs in floods
of tears so well refined,
and blind from spying her
in the arms of others!
Gabrielle…
Buried inside
where she’s all but mine.
Save for those that dine
on her perfect carcass!
Gabrielle…
Foul snake despair,
where once you wreaked my misery
another toils there!
For long lost Gabrielle
whose nightly spreading grin
persists in other faces
by whom I’m slowly taken in!
5. Absinthe with Faust
Pour the emerald wine
into crystal glasses,
we will touch the divine
through kissed catharsis.
Let us pitch to the seven-year
itch of the ultra-decadent,
to a tainted world and the painted
girls that our fantasies spent.
Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes,
sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams.
A toast to those most sacrilegious of days
where for every whim won one soon repays.
We touched the stars
that now laugh from afar
at we, the damned!
We have spent our time
drenched in opulent splendour,
but when midnight chimes
will gilded souls surrender.
Let us drink on the giddying
brink of pools of excrement,
all manner of shit for the glamour
and glitz Mephistopheles lent.
I remember the night as if it were engraved,
a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves
to the shore from the moon, and by her grace,
came that erudite stranger, that fucker!
He was a predator creditor cold!
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll.
And all that glittered was not gold
but we wanted everything,
and for it all lost our souls!
Come my friend to fate let’s raise
two finger shots at this our last soiree,
for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near.
This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate!
We touched the stars
that now laugh from afar
at we, the damned!
The damned…
He was a predator creditor cold!
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll.
And all that glittered was not gold
but we wanted everything,
and for it all lost our souls!
6. Nymphetamine (Overdose)
Evanescent like the scent of decay,
I was fading from the race.
When in despair, my darkest days,
ran amok and forged her face.
From the fairest of handmaidens,
to a slick perverted wraith
Nymphetamine!
Heaving midst narcissus on
a maledict blanket of stars,
she was all three wishes:
Sex, sex, sex!
A lover hung on her death row,
I was hooked on her disease.
Highly strung like cupid’s bow
whose arrows hungered meat.
And the blinding flare of passion
in the shade of narrow streets
where their poison never rationed
all the tips they left in me.
Two tracks, bric-a-brac!
Something passed between us
like a bad crack, upward-lit
I’d met another kind.
Of rat in fact, with every Rome
inside me licked and ransacked
she haunted at the corners of my mind.
In black cataracts wouldn’t white
wash away her filthy smoke stack.
She burnt me like a furnace
for my future suicide!
“Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a
V of black swans on with hope to the grave.
All through red September with skies fire-paved,
I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones.”
Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I
faced when you left me a rose in the rain.
So I swore to thy razor that never enchained
would your dark nails of faith be pushed
through my veins again.
“Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness,
and would you ever soon come above unto me?
For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key.”
Six feet deep is the incision,
in my heart that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision.
Sunsetter Nymphetamine!
Sick and weak from my condition,
this lust, this vampyric addiction
to her alone in full submission.
None better Nymphetamine!
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine,
Nymphetamine Girl!
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine,
my Nymphetamine Girl!
Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
back in the forest where
whispers persuade.
More sugar trails,
more white lady laid
than pillars of salt.
“Fold to my arms,
hold their mesmeric sway,
and dance her to the moon as
we did in those golden days.”
Christening stars
I remember the way,
we were needle and spoon
mislaid in the burning hay.
“Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness,
and would you ever soon come above unto me?
For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key.”
Six feet deep is the incision,
in my heart that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision.
Sunsetter Nymphetamine!
Sick and weak from my condition,
this lust, this vampyric addiction
to her alone in full submission.
None better Nymphetamine!
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine!
None better
Nymphetamine!
Two tracks, bric-a-brac!
Something passed between us
like a bad crack, upward-lit
I’d met another kind.
Of rat in fact, with every Rome
inside me licked and ransacked
she haunted at the corners of my mind.
In black cataracts wouldn’t white
wash away her filthy smoke stack.
She burnt me like a furnace
for my future suicide!
7. Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette
(Instrumental)
8. Medusa and Hemlock
Dim the lights, wrong the rites,
toss the puerile cross away we
are gashing from a venomous womb.
Burning bright, dead of night,
pyres stain a milky way.
Lust is splashing the dark
side of the moon.
In the Samhain mist we lay in
welcome by the western gate,
with the five fold kiss
for every soul returning.
From the fecund abyss where
nature’s travesties congregate,
with a stone cold wish to
see the wicker man burning.
The wind she whispers through
the graveyards of our hearts,
wreathed in dreams as she
weaves her witchcraft.
We breathe enamoured
of the conquering dark.
Medusa and Hemlock!
Harvest past, fires cast
ashen shades this Halloween.
We are set now to beherit the Earth!
Widdershins, death begins to
fashion fete to gallow scenes,
spirits rising to discredit rebirth.
In the Samhain mist we lay in
welcome by the western gate,
with the five fold kiss
for every soul returning.
From the fecund abyss where
nature’s travesties congregate,
with a stone cold wish to
see the wicker man burning.
The wind she flitters through
the forest of our hearts,
wreathed in leaves as she
weaves her witchcraft.
We breathe enamoured
of the conquering dark.
I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair,
plot your face then ascending marble stares.
You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair,
tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer.
Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars,
grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of
me chars a path through your heavenly constellations.
Medusa and Hemlock!
Back to black, hinges crack,
rituals call obscenities, sheets
of demons rush insanity skies.
Tread the salt, the dead exult,
preachers beg our clemency, seeking
warmth in inhumanity’s eyes.
We who kept the candle by the vault,
we who kept the candle on the cult.
9. Coffin Fodder
The time has come to rise again!
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
free from beasts and skewered men.
My dreams unroll ten thousand fold!
Their world will never take me,
they will never desecrate my soul!
The stars I have grasped are
so far lonely constellations,
and wishing on those stars
my spirit bars annihilation.
From earthen miseries hosts
of most fell forms of greed,
ghosts of pearly gate remissions.
Forever haunting me, slit the
witch and watch him bleed
as with any inquisition.
Lying from the start,
The preachers piled their craft
scoffing elder glories.
And dying I depart to
make their sunken hearts
a coffin for their stories.
The time is past to falter
when freedom slips my sombre pen,
and the gates to wolves break open then.
My feelings may seem constant prey!
But claws no more will rake me,
those whores have fled to darker days.
Above and beyond
I have wronged in my position,
but now the winds are strong
to soar from Babel’s vision.
Of cutthroat jealousies,
dock to dock these mongrels breed.
Dogs of fogged derision!
Pacing soon to be
back to pack mentality
when my killing moon is risen.
Trying from the start,
these creatures of the dark,
were quaffing morning glories.
And dying I depart to
make their drunken hearts
a coffin for their stories.
Innovation in ovation,
imagination stirs.
Somewhere the dusk is lining
red the shore of a roaring sea,
and though loved there’s someone is pining
for the waves of blood to run and rescue me.
The time has come to rise again!
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
free from beasts and skewered men.
My dreams unroll ten thousand fold!
Their world will never take me,
they will never desecrate my soul!
Their world will never break me,
they will never desecrate my soul!
10. English Fire
Seven brides serve me seven sins,
seven seas writhe for me.
From orient gates to R’lyeh,
Abydos to Thessaly.
And Sirens sing from stern
but now I cease to play, for I
yearn to return to woodland ferns
where Herne and his wild huntress lay.
Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness!
The great purgations of distinguished tours
are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m
once more heading to the bedding of her english shores.
The wind bickered in satanic mill sails,
eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees.
And mists clung tight in panic to vales
when Brigantia spoke her soul to me.
From Imbolg to Bealtaine,
Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts
I heard her lament as season’s blent,
together a chimerical beast!
Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness!
The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills
in time to the chill that climbs once more,
dreading the red weddings on her english shores.
Gone are the rustic summers of my youth,
cruel winters cut their sacred throats
with polished scythes that reap worldwide
pitch black skies and forest smoke.
And the hosts that I saw there,
drones of carrion law,
drove the ghosts of my forbears
to rove and rally once more.
One of her sons from the vast
far-flung come home to rebuild,
the rampant line of the Leonine
risen over pestilent fields.
Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness!
The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill
like wine from the hills to chines that pour,
spreading her beheadings on these english shores.
For the hosts that I saw there,
drones of carrion law,
drove the ghosts of my forbears
to rove and rally once more.
This is a waking for England
from it’s reticent doze.
This is a waking for England,
lest hope and glory are regarded as foes.
11. Filthy Little Secret
There hides a secret deeply
twined inside of her mind,
a tried and confined egret
that pines to fly south to
this mouth of mine.
Pity!
Too long have these emotions
like potions made me a sole castellan,
trusted to keep the weight of oceans
from her rusted gates of sleep.
A dreaming angel lying curled
in the circles of Hell.
I must protect her, watch her
back for any cracks to occur.
For in the witching hour
she slips into the underworld,
a pearled Persephone deflowered
by the powers that around her
down her whirl.
Doomed to damn the rift
across the shifting abyss
with her body and it’s gift,
my filthy little secret!
I serve her slender hope
to preserve mankind from old ghosts.
Disturbed though by recurring crimes
I sense that dead might be best for both.
Pity!
Too long have these emotions
like potions made me a sole castellan,
posted to keep slow wheels in motion
from the human race to beat.
Without her there,
my Nymphetamine with
the faraway stare.
Thin walls would crumble,
horrors would corroborate
from dogstar lairs.
For in the dead of the night
she spasms with orgasmic flare.
This reamed Demeter with Poseidons
there inside her too appeased
to grieve our air.
Doomed to damn the rift
across the shifting abyss
with her body and it’s gift,
My filthy little secret!
Forever sworn to keep it,
my filthy little secret
She makes me burn!
Pity!
Too long this urchin princess
has incensed, made me a wanton felon
searching for the key to loose her harness
and set desires lurching free.
Without her there,
my Nymphetamine with
the faraway stare.
Thin walls would crumble,
horrors would corroborate
from dogstar lairs.
But in her room at night
I care not for the underworld.
Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs
to breach, to teach a dread thereafter.
I would risk all this
for one minute of bliss
with her body and it’s gift,
my filthy little secret.
Forever sworn to keep it,
my filthy little secret!
I know a deeper beauty
shines beyond the veil,
her roots and creepers mine
as the worms beneath arise!
12. Swansong for a 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 dried
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.”
And 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 dried
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
“Ia, Ia,
Cthulhu fhtagn…”
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,
expect 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.
Perennial 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.
Heaven’s 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.
14. Nymphetamine (Fix)
“Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a
V of black swans on with hope to the grave.
All through red September with skies fire-paved,
I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones.”
Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I
faced when you left me a rose in the rain.
So I swore to thy razor that never enchained
would your dark nails of faith be pushed
through my veins again.
“Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness,
and would you ever soon come above unto me?
For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key.”
Six feet deep is the incision,
in my heart that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision.
Sunsetter Nymphetamine!
Sick and weak from my condition,
this lust, this vampyric addiction
to her alone in full submission.
None better Nymphetamine!
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine,
Nymphetamine Girl!
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine,
my Nymphetamine Girl!
Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
back in the forest where
whispers persuade.
More sugar trails,
more white lady laid
than pillars of salt.
“Fold to my arms,
hold their mesmeric sway,
and dance her to the moon as
we did in those golden days.”
Christening stars
I remember the way,
we were needle and spoon
mislaid in the burning hay.
“Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness,
and would you ever soon come above unto me?
For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key.”
Six feet deep is the incision,
in my heart that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision.
Sunsetter Nymphetamine!
Sick and weak from my condition,
this lust, this vampyric addiction
to her alone in full submission.
None better Nymphetamine!
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine!
None better
Nymphetamine!
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine,
Nymphetamine Girl!
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine,
my Nymphetamine Girl!
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