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Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay

(2017)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresSymphonic Black Metal
LabelsNuclear Blast
Album rating :  91.5 / 100
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Lyrics > C > Cradle of Filth Lyrics (188) > Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay Lyrics (8)
Submitted by level 21 Eagles (2017-09-29)
1. Exquisite Torments Await (2:15)
Abandon hope all ye who enter here
For herein lies the path to sadness
The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear
Carouses in fantasialike spirits cast to madness

Here we pray
Severe, the day

Dies irae
Dies illa
Dies tribulationis
Et angustiæ
Dies calamitatis
Et misteriæ
Dies tenebarum
Et caliginis
Dies nebulæ
Et turbinis
Dies tubæ
Et clangoris...


Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death
2. Heartbreak and Seance (6:24)
Before the wall is caved, our temple
Pressed upon the face of England we were suffering
To nothing less than the matter of a socialist test raid
Dagger in the peace wicked time disdained
Then empires saw much more to gain

The crown discounts are lost
Like a knot, count the cost
These numbers felt like water
The dead and dying on route to slaughter
Valen-times we've spined entwined
I am sorry that i left you here
In time i will find, the puppet from the other side
So keep a candle burning in your heart that is my shrine

Spilling tears fill a laboratory

Love's not responding beyond the pyre

The portent is promissory
Prevalence of this Seance in obeisance
To the spirits before Death's victory

The crown discounts are lost
Like a knot, count the cost
These numbers felt like water
The death and dying on route to slaughter
Valen-times we've spined entwined
I am sorry that i left you here
In time i will find, the puppet from the other side
So please accept my kisses through the whispers in the winter morn'

I suffer alone
So far from home watching you from a distance
A shadow persistent to mourn
No time to atone, you vow a renown
Beautifully craven you cut the black raven who's tower has flown

Spilling tears fill a laboratory

Love's not responding beyond the pyre

The portent is promissory
Prevalence of this Seance in obeisance
To the spirits before Death's victory

Winter seems far colder
Without you by my shoulder now this year

I strike at craven thoughts, stood fast
Fighter there, belongs to Christ
The preacher is over borders
And speech will crack upon the order
Hell-blessed I see her with no culture
This is where it ends how the wretchedness forgets
And I'm in the hands of the brat in the blackest night
3. Achingly Beautiful (7:02)
Night
That fatal raven alighted
On the cusp of my bewitchment

The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon
A silverback thundering across the cosmos
In silence now stars followed her tune
Winking from existence on the brink of chaos

I penned an open sonnet
To the pearly gates ablaze
As I gazed upon this angel
Intoxicating everything

The ball became her court
Her presence there electrifying
Candelabra fought
To tear themselves away

She was a flame, divine
My pathic call of duty, irrefutable
Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time
A glimpse, so achingly beautiful

Fleeing from the manor
In the manner of this crime
We sheltered from the pelting
Helter-skelter of the skies
In the Greek gazebo
Speaking tragedian rhyme
Death would never settle
For one petal at a time

He would pluck the fucker!

Lo, this malleus eve
Is heaving to the pulse of souls

She was the game, sublime
A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable
Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time
A glimpse so achingly beautiful

Drinking in her flora
This Aurora to the storm
I was burning in the furnace
Of a love that went to war
With ravenous desire
Fires lit the heavens for
Caressing in the rainfall
A less painful metaphor

For this hunger…

On marbled tomb
Breathless, cocooned
A long red dress shrouds
Like Ophelia, this Goddess

Mourning then crawls
Black velvet palled
To pass fervent lips
Betwixt her deliciousness

Miserere Mei Diva
Forgive me forever my bride
But a gift was delivered
However perverse
On that night you exquisitely died

Seraphina rise…

Arcane perfection
Her legend was etched

…to queen demon revised

A fell resurrection
Unparalleled in this world or next

Awaken, forsaken
By others soon taken as prey
Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love
A wonderland in which to play

The beast in the clouds spat back the moon
And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs
She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom
Born to immortal darkness
As mortality slipped away

She was a flame, divine
My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable
Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine
A glimpse so achingly beautiful

Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei
As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul

Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet
The beast in beauty’s mask
Her skies, bediademed, complete
Now freed of days grown overcast
4. Wester Vespertine (7:29)
Today was spent in languor
Drifting through the fold
As midsummer vent its clamour
In cobbled streets a thousandfold

I bore cruelty from the sun
The jewellery that it hung
About me, God it stung
Like life’s betrayal

Now shadows lengthening
Hear the nightside sing
The promise of delightful things to come

Wester Vespertine
When the sun is in decline

Reddened skies underlined in purple
Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal

And bats carouse around the tree line
Daylight bows out, free and feline
Dusk comes so sublime
So wester Vespertine

Feel the rush of power this magickal hour
The heavens blaze, their flames devour
The smoke of ruins black against
A bled horizon, mystic, incensed

Nightfall is dressed in fantasy

Ethereal, the end of day enthralls
Voyeurs watching from the stalls
It enfolds the drear and drab
Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic
Pyromantic, necromantic heights
Of bright sensation

Feel the rush of power this magickal hour
The Heavens blaze, the angels cower
Wisps of sulphur at my lips
The abyss at kissed fingertip

Nightfall is blessed with majesty

This night will see indictment
For my needs extol
The virtues of excitement
This soul reigns uncontrolled

Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth
Have lent to my rebirth
Her perfume is perverse
And that’s the way I like it

Bethlem is opening
Her terrifying wings
The promise of its frightful things to sperse

And Hesperus will shine
Out foremost as stars climb
Dusk comes so sublime
So wester Vespertine

Feel the rush of power this magickal hour
The moon invades the vestal bower
Gas lamps flicker in devotion
Like fireflies on an iron ocean

Nightfall is best left to telestic needs

Crepuscular
This theatre is spurred
To drive the painted nails home
And let man’s blithe desires roam
About the city lit to please
The pretty bits this August eve
Revive our sore and tortured souls

Revive my mortared soul

Toward the end
Toward the splendour
Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts
His gorgeous daughters now surrender
Lammas glamour
Hammered in the dying light
Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil
We’ll bang destiny to rights now

Wester, Vespertine
This is our time to taste
To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine
The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine

Wester, Vespertine
When the sun is in decline
Reddened skies underlined in purple
Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal

And bats carouse about the tree line
Daylight bows out, free and feline
And dusk comes so sublime
So wester Vespertine
5. The Seductiveness of Decay (7:38)
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour
The moon illumes like a madness vendor
Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender
Frightening most lest they offend her reign

Proletariat enslaved
In whoredom with Moloch
London run amok is Sodom bathed
In an eerie light and a sickening fog

This city is a beautiful spider
With a poison welling inside her
That subdues and loots her prey
A web to tarry souls compelling them to
Duly stray

Fantasmagoriana's on its way

This mist, carousing off the Thames
Its sallow tendrils bend
The will of many men
To morbid fascination

How, the full asylums howl
With madness on the prowl
And all the maidens bow
To the skeletal
Squalor King Cholera

Here the age grows more unholier
Careered, with fear
Beneath the veil of melancholia

Now the smoke stacks darken skies
The caress of death is on the rise
Its choking breath, romanticised
And dressed in gothic veneration

Funereal this bride
Wedded to the dead insid

Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved
Penny Bloods delight in
The tragic splay of rifled graves
And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting

Evil dances under many guises
Pristine masks shadow terrible vices
Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near

Here the age grows more unholier
Careered, with fear
Beneath the veil of melancholia

Now the smoke stacks darken skies
The caress of death is on the rise
Its choking breath, romanticised
And dressed in greatest expectations

Thin wings lay on the ground
Bound for the pound
Of the beckoning reckoning

Infatuation with the mysterious
Frights are writing better chapter and verse
Intoxication, hearts are not averse
To circus freaks and black waxworks

Those that the grace of God denied
Become divertissement to curb
The bitter taste from glittered lives
Modernity perturbs

Horror Victorianorum

Syphilitic, spiritualistic
Rot is set to stay

Horror Victorianorum

Phantasmogenic, psychogenic
Sotted minds are bled astray

(solo: Richard Shaw, Ashok)

Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill
Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map
Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills
Spew offspring back intact
In fact far closer to collapse
And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord
Its hallowed tallow burning with discord
Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists
Body snatchers, child catchers
The Necropolis built on top of this
Is an Empire fit for ghouls

Is an Empire fit for ghouls

Here the age grows more unholier
Careered, with fear
Beneath the veil of melancholia

Now the smoke stacks darken skies
The caress of death is on the rise
Its choking breath, romanticised
And dressed in cloaked ambition
Aberration
A mourning nation cries
6. Vengeful Spirit (6:00)
A storm to break steeples is nigh
I feel it in my deviant pathology
The Autumn leaves no longer sigh
But instead hiss an virulent cacophany

Stricken in the dead of night
Fear quickens me to flee or fight
This otherworldly parasite
Who stalks my very dreams

Sickened by this atmosphere
Blood's slickening everything in here
Nightmares are hers to commandeer
And furnish with my screams

She seeks control
So disaster will follow me
Please free my soul
Before her darkness can swallow me

I tasted betrayal
I was a fool
I will never relent
I am agony sent
Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul

The snow and roses
Of youth have passed away
Yet still she haunts me
In truth I stay her prey

Further down the rabbit hole
I fall, feigning greater escapology
But drugs do nothing but extol
The here and now
And not her venomous ghostology

I was hers but chose
Another for my own
And everybody knows
Suicide is for the solo...

(Solos: Ashok, Shaw, Ashok, Shaw)

My loved ones swoon to her embrace
For them a tomb will soon encase
Their spilled remains, the cursed chase
Begins for me afresh

Adverse Venus of these rites
Hearse of perverse appetites
Her thirst, it worsens and invites
A creeping of the flesh

She seeks control
So disaster will follow me
Please free my soul
Before her darkness can swallow me

I tasted betrayal
I was a fool
I will never relent
I am agony sent
Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul

I tasted betrayal
Misplaced and cruel
I will never reltn
I am agony sent
Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul

In the still hungry sights of a ghoul

First a gelid whisper
Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy
For where once it was murder to resist her
Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee

The demon enters
Swathed in a fell bestiality
She, this vengeful wraith tormentor
I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free
7. You Will Know the Lion by His Claw (7:22)
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing
Of lucrative savannah wind
Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing
To usher the evening in
Affecting the set of the reckoning sun
From burnished gold to crimson hue
Before this night is quite sorely undone
The Devil is coming for you

Like a ghost haunting the darkness
Stalking the veldt
Where many kings were felled
A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness
Halting you in the tracks you've laid
To rule this fulsome world

Now silent as a wisp of smoke
Terror grips you by the throat

You will know the lion by his claw
Mistaking fake demeanour
Was your first and fatal flaw
Never will the hunter
Ever be the hunted
Here or evermore
Taking my arena
Brought this courted slaughter to your door

I am nature's great restorer
First order Carnivora
Fate and foe, no time to implore
Mercy for she has fled
Tail tucked between her legs
Circled prey, recant and beg
To me alone, this powder keg
Of teeth and jaws together
In a riot of adventure

I am Leonine and ten commandments
Cut deep for your death

Damnatio ad bestias

Through limitless whispering seas
Of redolent tropical plains
Whereupon mystery's blistery frieze
A silvering gibbous moon reigns
Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights
I come a cold virulent grue
Blighting your guides and delighting inside
On the pride that is tiding for you

As a beast feasting its hunger
Under this spell
Rifles and fire shall not repel
Industrious machinations rent asunder
No miring me in traps well-laid
I'll not pale to unveil my Hell

You will know the lion by his claw

This violence is a plague of flame
Licking the brush to flush out game
A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes
Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal

You will know the lion by his claw
Mistaking fake demeanour
Was your first and fatal flaw
Never will the hunter
Ever be the hunted
Here or evermore
Taking my arena
Brought this courted slaughter to your door

You will know the lion by his claw
Now hear the growing thunder roar

Damnatio ad bestias

The walls of brackish thorn have fallen
Batterfang and chaos
Quick to marshal, maul the fools
Who stand by shattered loss

Your shadow scatters westward
Toward the fleeing stars
As a new dawn feeds upon the skies
Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred

Damnatio ad bestias
8. Death and the Maiden (8:48)
I spy the spreading fear
That crawls wormlike beneath
This ageing mask of time
That grasps to call itself belief

So down here in the Valley of the Shadow of Death
To the best denomination I have taken
To show just what faith-tested means

Never seen the sun
Never been undone
Never thought her feeble screams
Would court such fascination

Never in a thousand years

I am the lord of the bored underworld
Her hand is pleasured in mine
Together we will climb
Past the pearly castellations
A wealth of treasures to find

We'll fly crows of ill-omen
Across a leaden sky
To red squares of Holy Roman
Catholicism in an eye
To deeply sow, where sorrow rose
Having all tomorrow
For our wedded union to impose

The world in misery succumbs to frost

Without her here I'm lost
The seasons absorb the cost
Together our paths crossed
Eros and Thanatos

One by one
Love's raised horns sound their sweet surrender
And one by one
Her defences fall, debris
My will be done
I shall storm the gates where fates defend her
And once I've won
Her heart shall belong to me

I saw her there
Gathering despair
By the light of the moon
On the Vale of Nysa

I walked the endless night
Before she pressed from me
The swallowed seed of winter's bite
Undressed Persephone

So down here in the Valley of Kings
Let this sticky situation spur on fertility
Come be my perennial Queen

Never seen the sun
Never been undone
Never thought her velvet ports
Would wean such masturbation
Never in a thousand years

Without her here I'm lost
The seasons absorb the cost
Together our paths crossed
Eros and Thanatos

One by one
Love's raised horns sound their sweet surrender
And one by one
Her defences fall, debris
My will be done
I shall storm the gates where fates defend her
And once I've won
Her heart shall belong to me

Hades
I've slept delightfully within these open arms
Plucked, I'm a magnet to your charms
Lost in a skeletal dance

I rent the meadow's earth
To embed her as my bride
This wond'drous light of life
That right the wrongs I've bred inside

Her mouth no longer plaintive
Those lips no longer dry
We waltz the great halls naked
Candlelit and oft obliged
To deeply sow, where sorrow froze
Having all tomorrows
To bathe in the savoured afterglows
To slave at the favoured crafts we know
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