Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed on the Devil's Thunder
Original Version Double CD Version Deluxe Box Version 1. In Grandeur and Frankincense Devilment Stirs 2:27 1. In Grandeur and Frankincense Devilment Stirs 2:27 1. In Grandeur and Frankincense Devilment Stirs 2:27 2. Shat Out of Hell 5:03 2. Shat Out of Hell 5:03 2. Shat Out of Hell 5:03 3. The Death of Love 7:13 3. The Death of Love 7:13 3. The Death of Love 7:13 4. The 13th Caesar 5:35 4. The 13th Caesar 5:35 4. The 13th Caesar 5:35 5. Tiffauges 2:14 5. Tiffauges 2:14 5. Tiffauges 2:14 6. Tragic Kingdom 5:59 6. Tragic Kingdom 5:59 6. Tragic Kingdom 5:59 7. Sweetest Maleficia 5:59 7. Sweetest Maleficia 5:59 7. Sweetest Maleficia 5:59 8. Honey and Sulphur 5:37 8. Honey and Sulphur 5:37 8. Honey and Sulphur 5:37 9. Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life 8:58 9. Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life 8:58 9. Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life 8:58 10. Darkness Incarnate 8:55 10. Darkness Incarnate 8:55 10. Darkness Incarnate 8:55 11. Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt 4:58 11. Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt 4:58 11. Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt 4:58 12. Godspeed on the Devil's Thunder 5:36 12. Godspeed on the Devil's Thunder 5:36 12. Godspeed on the Devil's Thunder 5:36 13. Corpseflower 2:41 13. Corpseflower 2:41 13. Corpseflower 2:41 --- Bonus disc --- --- Bonus disc --- 1. Balsamic and Anathema 6:05 1. Balsamic and Anathema 6:05 2. A Thousand Hands on the Maid of Ruin 8:04 2. A Thousand Hands on the Maid of Ruin 8:04 3. Into the Crypt of Rays (Celtic Frost cover) 4:10 3. Into the Crypt of Rays (Celtic Frost cover) 4:10 4. Devil to the Metal 6:17 4. Devil to the Metal 6:17 5. Courting Baphomet 5:17 5. Courting Baphomet 5:17 6. The Love of Death (remix) 5:13 6. The Love of Death (remix) 5:13 7. The Death of Love (demo) 7:16 7. The Death of Love (demo) 7:16 8. The 13th Caesar (demo) 5:27 8. The 13th Caesar (demo) 5:27 9. Dirge Inferno (live) 6:45 9. Dirge Inferno (live) 6:45 10. Dusk and Her Embrace (live) 5:46 10. Dusk and Her Embrace (live) 5:46 total time 71:15 total time 2:11:35 total time 2:11:35
In Grandeur And Frankincense Devilment Stirs [Narrator:] "When light no longer rose to kiss me, I swore to tear Heaven asunder As flights of fallen angels wished me Godspeed on the Devil's Thunder." Shat Out Of Hell Eclipsing violent centuries Like a dark scar over France Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais A warrior and a scholar He fought for Joan Of Arc Before she met with martyrdom in flames Far from fairytale A deathshead on his sail A light that would not fail Beneath her spell But the crucifix was veiled When his decadence prevailed In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Frozen in iniquity A passion for awe in an age of grief His wealth and power led him on To the tainted gates of Babylon Born beneath the howling stars In a shower of golden Lys A wolf-cub with the world between his sabre teeth Torn between extremes of faith The pious and the priests He fed the Devil children like he threw his mastiffs meat Far from fairytale The coffin and the nail Descending to the pale Under the spell Of alchemists who failed To clench the menstrual grail In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Grown so morbid without war The wine corrupted, nightmares spored His Lord's betrayal, played no more He beat upon the Devil's door Demanding pleasures to replace Joan Of Arc, her epic grace Had set aflame his wolfheart with her truth And when she died, his life of pride Was lost to God and in his crimes He turned to raising Satan with the proof Soon nightly, unsightly Offerings were made on a vulgar altar And slowly, but surely The darkness answered like a falling star Far from fairytale Insanity exhaled A full-blown winter gale Under it's spell Innocents assailed Were entered and impaled In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin An egotist, he mourned Both war and glory, schooled to win Whatever bored imagination spawned The Death Of Love [Narration by Doug Bradley:] Her penultimate sighs Called softy on the kindling wind Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth And then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven Leaving her screams breaking my heart And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love Where will you be when they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they tense for warfare? Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when God is glorifying? Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns Devoted to the votive, holy standard above 'By command of the king of Heaven' Came the death of love Where will you be when they're vilifying? How will they see when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they're vilifying? Where will you be when the dark is rising? How will you keep from it's terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound But visions and ambition Never listened to submission And she was on a mission from the highest above To Lord upon the slaughter Like a sword through hissing water She arose where archers sought her For the death of love The righteous death of love Gilles adored her drama Her suit of pure white armour Blazed against the English in a torrent of light And as they rallied onto night A cancer fled his soul Dissolving... Framed amid the thick of fire Aflame, a Valkyrie She made him click without desire And in his eyes she swam a Goddess And even when they caught her breath Her words would leave a scar 'For only in the grip of darkness Will we shine amidst the brightest stars' How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? How will you know if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? Where will you be when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee and label me pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all That was enthroned and divine He swore to score the crimes Jackdaws poured on this dove Crimes he knew alone Derived from minds of the blind The church unfurled for murder perched Upon the death of love Framed amid the thick of fire Aflame, a Valkyrie She claimed the skies were lit with spires And in his eyes she swam a Goddess And even when she fought for breath Her words would leave a scar 'For only in the grip of darkness Will we shine amidst the brightest stars' The 13th Caesar [Narration by Doug Bradley:] Oh, how my rampant desire Ripped from the presence of God Now hungered like a beast For the knowledge of evil When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense The throne he earned Through God's benevolence Started his own fall Clothing ragged dogma in his own magnificence Here the stench, the gold events The bold inventions of the will Luxuries and splendours past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over Genesis They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Kissing terrors with paralysis His brash canvas insulted the view moving heaven and earth to please the Tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew To assert the thirteenth Caesar The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all He swore henceforth he would serve evil alone Here the stench, the gold events The insurrection of his will Theatre and feasts past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over genesis They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Striking terror intro menaces Suetonius and Ovid Filled the moonstruck dreams With the purple of Rome His Venus of arena-blood was dead And he was storming home Tiffauges [Narration:] "God can deny nothing to a De Rais And should He ever There is always the Devil" Tragic Kingdom Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom Dusk descended like a final curtain On this stage only death was certain Singing through the turrets Like a velvet serenade Played near a grave Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon Applauded, then accorded them Portents of doom Almost too soon... They pissed upon the winds That rocked the cradles Laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves They kissed and sinned Under overstocked tables As the world outside grew sodden and mauled Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom Gilles sat sipping damson absinthe From a goblet made of bone As lightning ripped and danced upon The flagstones Wayward fantasies marched on home Now the treetops bowed to whisper In a thin Disney veneer They knew the howls so exquisitely honed Were those of children, disappeared They'd listened to the winds Heard the murdered Abel Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges Where the list of sins Grew beyond a fable They now roared abroad, restless with debauch Restless with debauch Restless with debauch This tragic kingdom Would see God's angels walk Away... Satanic, enigmatic His black magic was ecstatic Megalomaniac in titanic displays Dressed in the best Wicked britches of the West He cut a mourning figure in glorious swathe But all his nightmares would come true Drowning in a stream of unbounded pleasure Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom The moon bleared through the skeletal trees Averting her face from congenital deeds Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved About this place laced with demon seed Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes Announced his fears, one night of sighs A night for cursing nursery rhymes In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows (The track gets blacker for this tragic kingdom) Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip Steered to near ruin in successive years Of the most of excess and the best of it here In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows Sweetest Maleficia [Narration:] "I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit By the Virgin Mary and all the saints To appear in person, so that you may speak to us And fulfill our desires Come at my bidding and I will grant you Whatever you want, however vile And the curtailing of my life" He would rise triumphant All done up On a plume of raven wings Trafficking with sycophants Sharing his cup Amidst other graver things Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head With the stench of pitch and myrrh The devout faded out but the pagan remained The candles burnt low and still nothing came Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent race He would have his demon! He would have his vice! All save his soul was up for sacrifice! Despite their raising not a single hair Everything stank of witchcraft there From the stained chapel to the statued lawn In Caprineum on the lake To the still lit crypts and the slit of dawn Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake He needed answers not advice Intending to devise A lengthy train of torture for the fool Who thought a seance would suffice Or sighted, furred in dragonflies The signature of Satan on a wall Sweetest Maleficia Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest Returning with a spider for the poisonous feast The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin His fingertips were scented with The tears from seraphim cheeks Part glamour and a hammer Cadaverous and glib Commanding in a voice of frozen peaks He would have his demon! He would have his gold! Out of control Gilles' soul was sold Under mistletoe and the glistening snow Kissing in the shadow of abandoned saviours "So I shall conjure Thee demons of the Netherworld" (From the banquet hall to the stable gates A graveyard shift in tone Sank upon the castle, like a papal weight Or a deep philosophical stone) The air was sick with trepidation Despair and desperation Then he fixed his covenant in blood Now all was rich and tapestried Fragrant wine to shitty mead His new world opened with a claret flood Time was right, this wretched night To etch the circles clear again... As a labyrinth of razors led a blind man to the stars So too Prelati brought the dark It's name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar Imbibed with fire They fed him shredded infants on an altar full of scars Entangled in a dream The mirrors full of steam He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting through His last attempt to grasp at God Lay blackened in a holy fog And now there were only devils to pursue Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell Of Hell and her seductions The assassinated days as a Caesar gone by Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide Lit demonic pyres where once dying embers writhed Sweetest Maleficia Honey And Sulphur [Narration:] "So potent was the star under which I was born That I have done no one in the world has done Nor can ever do" Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille's men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Brittle angels out to pasture once again Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom That the superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It's roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it's bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She's far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Where so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus saved but the devil made him Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Midnight Shadows Crawl To Darken Counsel With Life [Narration:] "Sometimes I beheaded them with daggers, with poniards, with knives Sometimes I suspended them in my room from a pole or by a hook and chords and strangled them And when they were languishing I committed with them the evils of the flesh" The evening air laps thick about The stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Götterdämerung Has started licking like a flame Whispers in the dismal mist Are full of crystal promises Black rites begun in earnest Ignite Hell's hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the darkside Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord De Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young The moon grinned full, the games were chaste When the children first arrived Now midnight shadows crawl apace To darken counsel with their lives Flesh and ecstasy as sport Are immortal vices of the highest order Wherein devilry holds sway Behind blind walls where these cockatrice squalled Their songs of Necronomicon Spoke out of Gilles De Rais Each murdered son, each frozen rose Handpicked, was gently fed To the sumptuous one in black and those Whose lives were thrown in with the dead The candles lit, the stage was set As it was in sainted days When censers swung and banners hung On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine Now the castle floats in the drifting fog Torn from it's moorings Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell As innocents entreat a shifting God Their voices soaring On a silver tide to heaven On a knife edge as they fell The blade would plunge in virulent arcs Such wounds would stretch away By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks Of the monster Gilles De Rais Gilded Gilles De Rais Comets vomited The restless bells of crime Peeled back skin from broken bones Of angels cut from the nicks of time Festering faces with painted eyes The prettiest kept to be thrust inside Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side Caked in kissed goodbyes Days faded in decay The stench of perfume lied No horror in the glades of man Was left for Barron to provide So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart And it's sordid, morbid crack No further atrocity could possibly surpass Unrewarded, bored, he turned his back Darkness Incarnate "Something thicker than despair Rides upon the midnight air The smell of blood, the taste of prey We spy you hiding Gilles de Rais" Under August swelter After banquet and soiree When spiced wine and song Have further heated veins To the ninth degree as tenacula Hold another body in their sway Gilles retires from the grasping fires That will ashen the remains Darkness incarnate Demons in his semen That once clung about the throats Of children dragged from cellars to his rooms Now permeate the castle All who sleep dream of the goat That dark eclectic harbinger of doom Nightingales sang of tragedy Whispers were made of blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew tainted veils over bitter truth The stairs ran helter-skelter His bedchamber besieged By phantoms who sheltered In it's furs, remorse Sought to overwhelm him Like a lantern of disease That shone on rotten faces Of those murdered out in force Darkness incarnate Fleeing ghosts so indisposed To his Satanic love Of children dragged from cellars to his feast He rose, a carnal wind opposed To those that sat above Tearing out into the forest like a beast The night wind sang of tragedy Whispers were made of blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew tainted sails over naked truth Madness clouded everything Like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw The trees become obscenities Semen drip from every bough As if he rooted Nature like a whore Dryads tongued under skirts of leaves Surrendering branches that slenderly pleased The Mocking orifices and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue The clotting of his heart to a rank cantankerous tune "Death is only a matter of a little pain" Beneath the sallow moonlight In a wonderland of pain Gilles fled back to the castle Terrified and drained He sought his deep red velvet bed And the sleep it preordained Exhausted, forced into the dead The creep of nightmares came again Madness clouded everything Like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw Hundreds of slain children Some came crawling disembowelled To where he stretched out howling on all fours Corpses tore at his legs and knees As he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve From a Lord that soared above the awful scene He sobbed and wept, no voice was left To scream, the dream was not drubbed yet He heard the horrors hiss beside him, 'Herod, you'll regret...' 'Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful?' "Oh my dearest angels, go pray to God for me" Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt Awaking in a sweat Forsaking pleasure for regret Another night of blight had slowly passed The morning skies once fresh and bright Darkened down no near twilight Once could smell the end of days were coming fast Gilles wandered as in purgatory Beyond the grave of his estate Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry Were present save projected hatred He knew suspicion, he felt derision And grief like a sharpened stake Pierce his heart, and now the start Of his unknitting began to take Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt From guilt and doubt, there's no way out Ten leagues beneath contempt (He drank an ocean quoting Joan the maiden A vampire's pious rant His hot blood stank of devotion laden With bias for love's covenant) Awaking in a sweat Forsaking pleasure for regret His choired chapel sighed with his laments As accusations reached a roar Investigations breached the door He put up nothing save his favours in defense The Church stirred in it's Roman lair The grease had long been spent Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there Ten leagues beneath contempt Just one falter One misplaced deed And Gilles would be undone As he teetered on the verge of defeat Profaning God's altar Bursting in on evening Mass He threatened there to crucify the priest Drunk on fiery wine With the storm lashing behind He then threw this Philistine To his foulest dungeon And money owed or not The Priest released or left to rot His blatant sacrilege begot A war machine of papal Rome They came for him in mourning splendour With the blessing of the Saints His fawning grin in sweet surrender A lesson in enforced restraint He knew suspicion, he felt derision And fear like a sharpened stake Pierce his heart, and now the start Of his unknitting began to take He thought courts bought with golden crowns Rich Bishops he could tempt But traitor's gate was sought and found Ten leagues beneath contempt Ten leagues beneath contempt Godspeed On The Devil's Thunder "This is the moment I go to God" Burning like derision on the prism of night Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites Meant to overpower and bedizen his light He paced his tower prison with a dissonant appetite The moon was black Devil may care Three times he'd glared before his judges Darkening there With a Wormwood mind And a gullet of poison Asked He thought the court a farce His tongue as sharp as glass A bastard to the last This truth assassin... ..tautened his claws at the ruinous cast Flexing vexation at clerics aghast In uproar he caused the cross to be masked And the hex of exile from God's Kingdom passed Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died The curse even clearer on the sanity side Banished from the lavish tracts of paradise From Heaven's shored poured to the sore divide The moon was black Devil may care Their thunder sundered all his veils Thickening there His beligerent pulse To a sickening crawl Yes He'd fostered wickedness Fed vipers at his breast Inflicted death's caress So now to suffer... He'd burn, discern That his second turn Would last for eternity In reckoning flames That night his plight marched in demented Parades O'er a rainbow of black magic scars The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades Deep in the sleep of this heretic, barred The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved His epiphany struggled to come But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun All fears were smeared When Joan had appeared In a shower of tears Last vestige of innocence Yearning for her vision of divinity Of her miracles and dreamt lyrical deeds He would meet her at the pyre as the fire kissed And together they'd climb to God, entwined in bliss Devil may care He awed the court with a sworn confession Quickening there His radiant death And acute renewal Thus The end was glorious He went like Jesus trussed To shadow and to dust At the stroke of seven And With thieves at both his hands The Reaper of these lands Wept with holy plans As he choked to heaven Corpseflower "I have told you the truth and everything as it happened" "All the evil that I could do has been accomplished I am redeemable and I believe The clemencies of God And suffrages of the Holy Church Have succoured me with much mercy I have only ever wished to satisfy my desires" Balsamic And Anathema [Special Edition bonus disc track] "No human power can stop the will of heaven from being asserted." Worming through the mark Of Ezekiel and Mark Through the chapters of Honorius Gilles, as in a trance Screwed the pages up and danced Courting something vainly glorious He walked he gravest night That decrepit final juncture Of doom and negativity Reeking of death And the gloom of Stygian light When suddenly, the faintest whisper! A curtain opened in a painted vista Moonbeams swept into his dream... Balsamic and anathema Balsamic and anathema Prelati full of stars Magical, ecstatic stars That sparkled, no debacle sought to douse His fiery omnipresence Hissed at heaven, evanescent He was there to thwart the burning of his Faust The gates were prised, the phantom horses Snorted, restless to be gone With enchantment's eyes upon the door, he cried- 'Come with me now!' Gilles balked, the thought of life Accused and pursued And overridden by morbidity Saddened his breath For those destined for his knife Then suddenly - the strangest feeling One that left the angels reeling Atonement crept into his midst Balsamic and anathema Balsamic and anathema Prelati, full of stars This abductor of his heart Promised him horizons free of pain But all the grand designs Magic sings and midnight wines In the dream-world couldn't hope to swerve his aim He would stay and face his slayers Cardinals and courtroom players Whilst Prelati must now flee before The pure and azure dawn... The gates were wide, the phantom horses Snorted, restless to be gone With enchantment's eyes upon the door Once more he cried 'Come with me now!' Prelati full of stars Tried to pull him from the dance Summoning his Barron to perform But as the Demon rose In sweet miracles of prose And propaganda, came a proper bible storm Lightning - grinning, froze On this murder-site of crows And from the scattered ashes stepped a sylph The maiden Joan of Arc Crept more beautiful and dark A paradise, a cradle free of filth She was chaste beyond all graces The face of faith illuminated More precious than Prelati's spell A Goddess in a dream... And trembling in her arm Her eyes a thousand golden psalms That glittered as on Christmas night He wept like Hallowe'en He held the scene, the poignant gleam Of peace and great serenity Close to his heart, her parting kiss He slept to wake released in bliss A Thousand Hands On The Maid Of Ruin [Special Edition bonus disc track] [Instrumental] Into The Crypt Of Rays [Special Edition bonus disc track] [Celtic Frost cover] Years of plead, behind the walls Chambers and vaults, Scenes of fright Unspoken Words, in pain and dread 140 lives passed his hands Gilles De Ray's... The perverted son The holy man... Into Crypts of Rays... Into Crypts of Rays... Into Crypts of Rays... Alluring children for his masses Robbing and buying young souls Sacrifice to morbid demons Satisfy his repulsive sexual lust Gilles De Ray's... The perverted son The holy man... Into Crypts of Rays... Into Crypts of Rays... Into Crypts of Rays... "So this is for the morbid one, The braveless and sick Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs Sexual offence and perverted rites Watching them limp and die... Wizards and darkness, Gilles' dreams Halfway came true..." As a late medieval's French marshall Unrestrained, with endless ambitions Personal guard for Jeanne D'Arc ...the rising of his soul to god... Gilles De Ray's... The perverted son The holy man... Into Crypts of Rays... Into Crypts of Rays... Into Crypts of Rays... Overdone Mystism and Desperate Satanism Are just one small step apart There's no human scheme in the beyond... Devil To The Metal [Special Edition bonus disc track] Polluting the honesty of Christ with poisoned wine Laced with lines from the end of time From the herald and the bugler High voltage bolts the cellar door Switch thrown at midnight's peak To start the heart of a scarlet whore Gauged infernally A poetess in night's profane station Threading lies like silver seas A seamstress for an amputee nation Wedded to depravities Devil to the metal Devil to the metal!! Diluting the authority of life with sewer brine Laced with grime from the spiral of time Wherein spins cruel order The big hand strokes the Little Horn Not thrown for charity To win the sins of the decadent, born To wage eternally Passion rides the great unholy Ipsissimus of love's despair Her ashen grin would shine, if only Death would not sit smiling there Her beauty freezes reason Like Helen at the reins Of the rampant horse Apocalypse On t he shore that it was made Devil to the metal DEVIL TO THE METAL She fucks at unknown angles Bleeds her victims to the bone And in their guts untangled Casts her runic eyes of stone She will violate the future Annihilate the past Paving way in butcher trades The red brick road through mankind's arse Abandon reason, life the veil Darker seasons are released Storm crows gather in black masses at the pane Go to sleep beyond the pale She is set to murder peace Rome, Jerusalem and Mecca are aflame 'Under pregnant skies I come alive like Miss Leviathan Dripping with the ripples of concern All of heaven's eyes are fixed, as only my desire can Tear them from the stars I start to burn' The big hand strokes the Little Horn Not thrown for charity To win the sins of the decadent, born To wage eternally A poetess in night's profane station Threading lies like silver seas A seam stress for an amputee nation Wedded to depravities Devil to the metal Devil to the metal.... Devil to the METAL!!! Courting Baphomet [Special Edition bonus disc track] Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With hissing firebrands For though we serve the gentle curves Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess They thought they caught us Kissing hearses in their land Send away the pumpkin carriage Blind mice in your head Parade themselves like sacrilegious Envoys of the dead For in this house of the dark Madonna Flesh will pleasure life For free of sin we would dishonour All that virgin sacrifice Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie Tonight the black guards came to rape And ruin those souls empathising With fleeing far away Thrown to the Tigris river curves Of our star tiara-ed Ishtar rising They thought they caught us Courting Baphome t Courting Baphomet Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod She walked the world When the world was made to dress In a perfect darkness A murderess in flame Nature curled, unleashed, unfurled The crack of a whip on the lips of anger Why would your holy order Not be wholly slain? Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With just verses for the damned For though we serve the gentle curves Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess They thought they caught us Pissing curses in the sand We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie We raise our devil horns The Love Of Death (Remix) [Special Edition bonus disc track] So i shall conjure thee demons of the netherworld Where will you be they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocence there? Where will you be they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocence there? Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns Where will you be when they're vilifying? How will they see when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they're vilifying? Where will you be when the dark is rising? How will you keep from it's terrorizing? Where will you be when the dark is rising? How will you keep from it's terrorizing? Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound But visions and ambition Never listened to submission And she was on a mission from the highest above For the death of love The righteous death of love The Death Of Love (Demo) [Special Edition bonus disc track] "Her penultimate sighs called softy on the kindling winds Her saintly eyes filling with tears living with truth and then a golden flash like the onset of heaven leaving her screams breaking my heart and in the grip of fire i knew the Death of love Where will you be they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be they tense for warfare? Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when God is glorifying? Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns Devoted to the votive, holy standard above 'By command of the king of Heaven' Came the death of love Where will you be when they're vilifying? How will they see when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they're vilifying? Where will you be when the dark is rising? How will you keep from it's terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound But visions and ambition Never listened to submission And she was on a mission from the highest above To Lord upon the slaughter Like a sword through hissing water She arose where archers sought her For the death of love The righteous death of love Gilles adored her drama Her suit of pure white armour Blazed against the English in a torrent of light And as they rallied onto night A cancer fled his soul Dissolving... Framed amid the thick of fire Aflame, a Valkyrie She made him click without desire And in his eyes she swam a Goddess And even when they caught her breath Her words would leave a scar 'For only in the grip of darkness Will we shine amidst the brightest stars' How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? How will you know if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? Where will you be when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee and label me pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all That was enthroned and divine He swore to score the crimes Jackdaws poured on this dove Crimes he knew alone Derived from minds of the blind The church unfurled for murder perched Upon the death of love Framed amid the thick of fire Aflame, a Valkyrie She claimed the skies were lit with spires And in his eyes she swam a Goddess And even when she fought for breath Her words would leave a scar 'For only in the grip of darkness Will we shine amidst the brightest stars' The 13th Caesar (Demo) [Special Edition bonus disc track] When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense The throne he earned Through God's benevolence Started his own fall Clothing ragged dogma in his own magnificence Here the stench, the gold events The bold inventions of the will Luxuries and splendours past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over Genesis They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Kissing terrors with paralysis His brash canvas insulted the view moving heaven and earth to please the Tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew To assert the thirteenth Caesar The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all He swore henceforth he would serve evil alone Here the stench, the gold events The insurrection of his will Theatre and feasts past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over genesis They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Striking terror intro menaces The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais Suetonius and Ovid Filled the moonstruck dreams With the purple of Rome His Venus of arena-blood was dead And he was storming home The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais Dirge Inferno (Live) [Special Edition bonus disc track] Carrion my name For those who choose to mouth the curse A tragic serenade With Judas in my stride The gothic halls of shame Where statues coldly hold no worse Than the murders I reclaim From a dark, forsaken time Kissing heaven,spent He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge Wishing to repent For the brute that ravaged free In slight hands beauty weeps Conquest's deep methodical screwing Hurt repeatedly Like the world wound at his feet Dirge Inferno As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow The past at last has come A savage bite without respite Pervades the freezing air This winter chill, grist for his mill If tears of joy will blear elsewhere And church bells drown in the cracks of doom The storms above us hew As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues Deflowering two by two Hissing, malcontent He storms the skies on electric dis charge Pissing in contempt On the effigies of the weak Killing all resolve The great beast simmers, his scarlet women Spit their vitriol On the terrified face of peace Dirge Inferno As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow Our past at last has come A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn Have locked to hasten blood The moon disrobes, to harden droves Of legions pouring These rivers press, his breath adorns Senates and enemy seats Whilst his power takes as ingratitude The writhing of the weak Wormwood my name The poisoned star that fell to earth And blistered free of shame In the pits of self-rebirth Now those caves become a garret Overseeing endless barracks As the waters turn to claret And the Vatican satins burn Dusk And Her Embrace (live) [Special Edition bonus disc track] Dusk and her embrace When the sun has swept upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant napes In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee..." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flit through the shadows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deady nightshade Still warmed with the kills of afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine... "Let me come to thee with eyes like Asphodel Moon-glacing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell" Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us Lyrics in plain text format