Cradle of Filth
Cradle of Filth
Cradle of Filth
Cradle of Filth
Cradle of Filth
Cradle of Filth
Cradle of Filth
Cradle of Filth
Cradle of Filth
Cradle of Filth
Cradle of Filth
Cradle of Filth & Martin Walkyier
The title is a variation on ‘Amor e Psyche’ (italian), a popular motiv in the arts. It depicts the lovestory between the love god Amor and a girl named Psyche, meaning soul.
She is replaced with another, ‘Morte’, meaning death.
Her bouquets are wilted
Too long has she slept
Their cruel red mouths darkened
To bowed silhouettes
I saw in a new moon
With her scent on my breath
But then all to soon
Came the hunger for flesh
I held her in eyes like necropoli
Laying her on a tomb with a view
Lighting her from her feet
To the stars in her hair
Drove sweet blood to her throat
And my lips parted there
In the tone of splintered bone
She screams benighted
My limbs ignite
A carnal carnivore
On all fours to go
An ebon Nemesis
From torture gardens of Dis
Having never breathed an Eve
As far narcotic as this
Two spellbound hellhounds
Hearts pounding loud
Racing Heaven out of focus
Under quicksilver clouds
God is maimed come let us prey
To lunar deities that pave deadways
Twixt the living and the grave
Amor E Morte
To cast our feral shadows there
We made love bleed on a deathbed shared
Where, begging me to feed
To best be were
I licked her wounds and ate her rare
Argentinum-spurred
Her wanton words incurred
A sin-ridden tongue
To open trading in fur
Never were those gates of pearl
So rubbed to their cusp
Never were the Worlds above
So bitten with the bestial
Seraphim fell like guillotines
Giving gracious head
Instead of harking prophecies
And how our brothers sang
Amor E Morte
Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls
Shifting shape and lifting napes
To commemorate
Erotic stains
Amor E Morte
Unfasten thy masque
Come skyclad to my arms
Leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet
I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen
The chill keen of stars
Over yew and deep wooded ravines
A hidden meridian
Where Midian may be
In black antlered glades
Encunted in this forest Goddess
She whispers my name
I buck under flames
Animal nitrates
Howling through my veins
I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore
New lusts eclipsing lips
That brought me to this verge of War
With inner beasts unleashed
To feast, fuck and run
Rampart in chase of she wolf pacts
Forged on heat with setting suns
I love the night
It would murder my soul
Should I ever fall blind
For though thy flesh haunts
I keep also in mind
The stampede of clouds
From dusk's predatory sky
Purple-versed like the funeral hearse
That first turned thee over to my
Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist
Dressed for the sepulchre
My Demon bride
God is maimed come let us prey
To Lunar Deities that pave deadways
Twixt the living and the grave
Amor E Morte
Ours was a chorus for raucous souls
Shifting shape and lifting nape
To commemorate
Erotic stains
Amor E Morte
Amor E Morte
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Amor E Morte
Amor (Amor)
Amor (Amor)
Amor E Morte
Amor E Morte was written by Paul Allender & Martin Powell & Gian Pyres & Robin Graves & Adrian Erlandsson & Dani Filth.
Amor E Morte was produced by John Fryer.
Cradle of Filth released Amor E Morte on Mon Oct 30 2000.