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cradle of filth - cruelty brought the orchids كلمات الأغنية

hear me now!
all crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure
somehow…

maleficent in dusky rose
gathered satin lapped her
br–sts
like blood upon the snow
a tourniquet of topaz
glistened at her
throat
awakening, pulled from the tomb
her spirit freed eclipsed the
moon
that she outshone as a fallen star
a regal ornament from a far flung
nebular

her likeness hung in the black gallery
commanding
unease
demanding of death to breathe…

midst the whirl and daylight
fauna
of society at court
elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought
applause
though her torchlit shadow
thrown upon damp cellar
walls
greeted nothing but despair from slaves her nights
enthralled

thirteen winter solstices had shown
her path, that the
dark
had marked its dominion
spaying the confessor
whose caresses she’d
known,
as whipcord in the house of dog
her cold c-nt meat on holy
bone

raped of faith, she now embraced
the narcissistic unrest frozen
on the mirror’s face
with this disdain, inside these veins
(highborn
wanton that she was)
she sought to keep what age would claim
her soul was
sold and for this toll
reeking pyres ever smouldered
on the whims of one
so in control
elizabeth, mysterious.
cruelty brought thee orchids
from
the bowels of the abyss

once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled
cries
and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs
exhumed by scrying
eyes
madness came upon
her like an amourous lover’s seed
lifesblood
splashed upon her skin
in gouts torture unleashed

and to her dead
reflection
twas as if her pallor gleamed
like an angel’s warmed by
candles
where erotic stains had cleaved
so demons dragged this
libertine
l-sts screaming for release
upon the flesh of maidens
preened
as canvas for caprice

exacting obeisance
her gaze held a
seance
of spirits too trapped under gl-ss to commune
a sleeter mistress
than luna
whose threats to consume her
met with torments giving vent to
her swoon

flat on her back
pack-prey for the reams
of verses and
curses
that haunted her dreams
midnightmare chimed
thirteen in her
mind
a disciple of scars
branded years hissed behind
ridden
split-thighed
by the father of lies
an ovation of wolves
blushed the
skies as they writhed

but heaven is never forever
she came, a spent
storm
from the clouds…

leaving serpents in office
inside every
gate
to lick righteous holes
blinding lords to the fate
of virgins
forced naked
to defile on rent knees
hacked and racked backwards
menses
choking their pleas

“more. wh-r-. more.
twitching make me wet with
thee
carc-ss rub me raw”

- cradle of filth

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