Woorden:
Cradle Of Filth Vempire Or Dark Fairytales In Phallustein

: Hasten to the bridal bed - Underneath the grave 'tis spread: In darkness may our love be hid, Oblivion be our coverlid - We may rest, and nione forbid

empire Funereal majesty awake Cneajna wreathed in snake Draconis talons rake... So haunted is my silent heart Dreaming only of the moon When velvet darkness

coffined truth struggles, forlorn And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive The horrors performed on Her shores As jewelled Ishtar, in darker Aeons

children of the night What sweet music they make Iniquitous I share Carmilla's mask A gaunt mephitic voyeur On the black side of the glass Peering through the mirror Deep dark

Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive The horrors performed on Her shores As jewelled Ishtar, in darker

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