Medusa & Hemlock

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Cradle of Filth

Cradle of Filth are an English extreme metal band that formed in Suffolk in 1991. The band's musical style evolved from black metal to a cleaner and more "produced" amalgam of gothic metal, symphonic black metal and other extreme metal styles. Their lyrical themes and imagery are heavily influenced by gothic literature, poetry, mythology and horror films. more »

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2004

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Dim the lights, wrong the rites 
Toss the peurile cross away 
We are gashing from a venomous womb 

Burning bright, dead of night 
Pyres stain a milky way 
Lust is splashing the dark face of the moon 

In the Samhain mist 
We lay in welcome by the western gate 
With the five fold kiss 
For every soul returning 
From the fecund abyss 
Where nature's travesties congregate 
With a stone cold wish 
To see the wickermen burning 

The wind, she whispers 
Through the graveyards of our hearts... 
Wreathed in dreams 
As she weaves Her witchcraft 
We breathe, enamoured 
Of the conquering dark 

Medusa and Hemlock 
Harvest past, fires cast 
Ashen shades this Hallowe'en 
We are Set now to Beherit the earth 

Widdershins, death begins 
To fashion fete from gallow scenes... 
Spirits rising to discredit rebirth 

In the Samhain mist 
We lay in welcome by the western gate 
With the five fold kiss 
For every soul returning 
From the fecund abyss 
Where nature's travesties congregate 
With a stone cold wish 
To see the wickermen burning 

The wind, she flitters 
Through the forests of our hearts... 
Wreathed in leaves 
As she weaves her witchcraft 
We breathe, enamoured 
Of the conquering dark 

I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair 
Plot your face, then ascending marble stars 
You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair 
Tasting my blood 
That runs from worming tongue like prayer 

Under pagan veneer snakes a fear 
That makes the stars 
Grieve, just to be 
Uncharted on this Eve 
When part of me chars a path 
Through your heavely constellations 

Medusa and Hemlock 
Back to black, hinges crack 
Rituals call obscenities 
Sheets of demons rush insanity skies 

Tread the salt, the dead exult 
Preachers beg our clemency 
Seeking warmth in inhumanity's eyes 

We who kept the candle by the vault 
We who kept the handle on the cult

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