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
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
Black candles dance to an overture
But I am drawn past their flickering lure
To the breathing forest that surrounds the room
Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb
I sip the blood-red wine
My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life
From Chaos born out of love and the scythe
The forest beckons with her nocturnal call
To pull me close amid the baying of wolves
Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn
In the dark, odiferous earth
We embrace like two lovers at death
A monument to the trapping of breath
As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck
To drop roses on my marbled breast
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
To learn from the dark and the voices between
This is my will
The forest whispers my name, again and again
When the moon is full
We shall assemble to adore
The potent spirit of your Queen
My mother great Diana
She who fain would learn all sorcery
Yet has not won its deepest secrets
Then my mother will
Teach her, in truth
All things as yet unknown
I walk the path
To the land of the Dark Immortals
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul
As the wild hunt careers through the boughs
Come to me, my Pale Enchantress
In the moon of the woods we kiss
Artemis be near me
In the arms of the ancient oak
Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked
The principle of Evil
Evolution has been recalled
Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon
I stand enthralled
In the whispering forest
"Pale, beyond porch and portal
Crowned with leaves, she stands
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands
Her languid lips are sweeter
Than love's who fears to greet her
To men that mix and meet her
From many times and lands."
Cradle of Filth released The Forest Whispers My Name - Live on Mon Aug 19 2002.