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Cradle of Filth - Mannequin



Led to other worlds !
By the girls she curled within
I took their skins to see Her
Be my,

Be my mannequin !

I cannot remember
How it was that we first met,
Curve of moon and haunted shore
The stars were not those Heaven sent...

Did we come together,
At masked palatial Balls !
In silks and flesh and leather,
Or did we come at all ?
I dreamt a midnight castle,
The eerie song of wolves !
And eyes that danced with fire
As they have forever more !

Our rites of sin !
Have long fathered a hymn
To burden Him
Whom by slip of after whim...
At genesis
Dressed Her like the wind
In Autumn gowns
That pinned Her down
To be my,

Be my mannequin !

Always poised on winter
But never would She break
My lovecraft and black witch heart
That pounded in Her wake !

We kissed on distant balconies !
A law unto Her own !
Thirteenth dark commandment
Of figures pressed to stone !
Turning cream with fantasies
That God alone would know !
We graced vomitorium
With the sweet excess of Rome !

Flagrant in the past,
Our names were deeply carved
On the tree of life in long dead languages...

Led to other worlds
By the girls she curled within !
I took their skins to see Her
Be my,

Be my mannequin !

I tongued the nuns at Louviers
But not one word possessed !
Her divine right, an archetype
For mortal Goddesses..!

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Cradle of Filth - 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 belts
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...
Oh, 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 !
Gabrielle...

Buried inside
Where she's all but mine..
Save for those that dine
Oh her, on her perfect carcass !

Gabrielle !!!
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 !

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Cradle of Filth - 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