Original Version Picture LP Version 1. Darkness our bride (jugular wedding) 2:00 1. Darkness our bride (jugular wedding) 2:00 2. The principle of evil made flesh 4:35 2. The principle of evil made flesh 4:35 3. The forest whispers my name 5:06 3. The forest whispers my name 5:06 4. Iscariot 2:33 4. Iscariot 2:33 5. The black goddess rises 6:49 5. The black goddess rises 6:49 6. One final graven kiss 2:15 6. One final graven kiss 2:15 7. A crescendo of passion bleeding 5:30 7. A crescendo of passion bleeding 5:30 8. To eve the art of witchcraft 5:28 8. To eve the art of witchcraft 5:28 9. Of mist and midnight skies 8:10 9. Of mist and midnight skies 8:10 10. In secret love we drown 1:29 10. In secret love we drown 1:29 11. A dream of wolves in the snow 2:10 11. A dream of wolves in the snow 2:10 12. Summer dying fast 5:39 12. Summer dying fast 5:39 13. Imperium tenebrarum 0:50 13. Imperium tenebrarum 0:50 total time 52:34 total time 52:34
Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) (instrumental) The Principle of Evil Made Flesh From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication beloved by Set may the winds gather her together from the secrets of men after thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born scattered are the wings of the virulent holy leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs World without end cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die Sie sind es die sich anderlieb festhalten fuer immer betend auf knien vor der (finisteren) goetten I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto Our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For Her that exists beyond all knowledge Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising The Forest Whispers My Name Black candles dance to an overture but I am drawn past their flickering lure to the breathing forest that surrounds the room where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time from knowledge drunk from the fountain of life from Chaos born out of love and the scythe the forest beckons 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 We embrace like two lovers at death a monument to the trapping of breath as restriction is bled from the veins of my neck to drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze to learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name...again and again I walk the path to the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul as the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me in the arms of the ancient oak where daylight hangs by a lunar noose and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest "Pale, beyond porch and portal, crowned with leaves, she stands, who gathers all things mortal, with cold immortal hands, her languid lips are sweeter, than love's who fears to greet her, to men that mix and meet her, from many times and lands." A.C. Swinburne The Black Goddess Rises Thee I invoke, bornless one all woman, pure predator wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle no church shall bar our path seductive Evil drink your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms You are in my dreams the darkness in my eyes the rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart we could kill them all if our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire to harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh suck dry the ebbing wound leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter am I to bleed myself dry to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me...Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me...Black Goddess arise) under seven stars we came together (come to me...Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age's decline (come to me...ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen come forth to me and help me seize my future from the House of Death That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking nazarene Ah...the lies...the jew...I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war the virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw "Caught in thy net of shadows, what dreams hast thou to show? Who treads the silent meadows, to worship thee below?" Traditional A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding Spells lay daggers before me passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain the tumour grows until the enemy is slain (Gut The Church) Slightless storm knee-deep in hate I seeth my purpose here has woken to breath Total war on the brethren of Men millions regardless dying by my hand A Black Age Of Fire brief in its vicious eloquence removing the dross love will arise from the ashes of your loss Then and only then will the pleasure of Eden be mine and the sinews of life itself will be tied in the very veins of my bloodline And their tears taste like wine... I will rule as a king and the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen in the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man a flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem the lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light the darkness serves will to snuff out human life that I might reclaim the world as my right I kill without scruple or silent regret in haunts of the sinister lunar aspect for I am the pleasure that comes from your pain tiny red miracles falling like...rain The incessant pall of death surrounds me but this is not the part of me that wishes to breed there will be no dread thereafter the mysteries I reveal unto thee I stir the hearts of the wisest by the fools I will always be feared my Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... on the pale reflection of dawn Devour The Sun "The Great Man of his time is He who expresses the Will of his time; who tells his time what it wills; and who carries it out" Hegel To Eve the Art of Witchcraft Crawl in awful stealth to me Forever a voyeur I've been Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve and yearning keeps me, captive of desire Make me as a flower that grows forever in your throne that I might pollinate the world with darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes the fire of life that never dies tear deeper through my paper wounds and never leave inside Love shall consume and bathe the Lady whom I worship and ride therefore She will greet me as a serpent in her dark, secret Eden and I will always want for her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire...) My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give my soul is poisoned from within Wisdom breeds, fecundity and her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden, and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway, to that darkness lost (Now dream...) "I am the gentle stream that trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky, the snatching wind of war blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust like strings to be pulled, and cut I will make my puppets dance The men will bow down before me to take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, nemesis of restraint The code of life, and the bride of evil itself." Oh, the fevered need for Her when greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire that all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch the tree is plundered but I have the see to be sown in thee "Mon sortilege a ete le pouvoir qui diovent avoir les ames fortes sur les espirits faibles" Leonora Galigai Of Mist And Midnight Skies We, the nocturnal few bound by other laws to the service of the enemies of god are silent and hidden yet our exquisite fire burns on poised to engulf... Tie a man to his god he may not walk for fear of falling foul to temptation where once faith stood her ground Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame cast the fetid virgin back from where she came drink deep of the promise in my eyes... of mist and midnight skies I drown in fathomless dreams and in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall for none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do What Thou Wilt until the stones in my heart stand still regardless of the cost to your repugnant god The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast by whatever whim you serve of the Devil your leige" Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways will be wrought to condemn thee conspiring to cull the pagan ways Twist back their lies, personify their needs the war begins by Satanic decree if Evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league and bring the host of the nazarene to their knees breath the life of an entity never-born darkness now descend in raven form the words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet raper of all my worldly enemies Lycanthropy, please poison me send acausal instincts crawling my brain take me, Mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head the cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs for now we congregate where once my angel sang That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse and to spit in the face of their... "god" We will ride again in the midnight skies A Dream of Wolves in the Snow "Ah, listen to Them The Children of the Night What sweet music They make." May dreams be brought that I might reach... the gentle strains of midnight speech and frozen stars that gild the forest floor Through the swirling snow Volkh's children come to run with me, to hunt as one to snatch the lambs of christ from where they fall... Summer Dying Fast Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approaching the darkness calls my name the trees are growing restless they feel the season change their fruit has putrified forbidden once and bound to die the thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun talons stretch her veil reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen a tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall how many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty of beauty held in dream-dead sleep and scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end "We are what we are, what we shall be, again..." Appear; draped in terror to the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in... Summer's dying... Imperium Tenebrarum "Swords, in hands, at the bloody fields of history We rend, our blades, through dogma and humility Carve the future, according to our will Set worlds ablaze, with our seething fire Let you all acknowledge, that we are here As masters to rule, this flaming humanity Our beings formed, in rage and defiance With strength to trample, the weak and the foolish And so we march, with burning brants Temples of flame, on our path to glory." Lyrics in plain text format	Line up Paul A. - Despondent Night Chords Benjamin - Gothic Vampyric Overtures Nicholas - Winter Evening Storms Robin - Nocturnal Pulse Paul R. - Satanic War Noise Dani - Dark Immortal Screams Artwork Info Mixed and produced by Mags at Academy Studio. Mastered by Nilesh at The Exchange. Cover photography by Chris Bell. With art direction by Nigel Wingrove. Band photography by Paul Harries. Photographic portraits by Mark. Darren White appears courtesy of Peaceville Records on "A Dream of Wolves in the Snow". All female vocals arranged and performed by Andrea Meyer. Cello arrangements by Soror Proselenos. "Imperium Tenebrarum" written and evoked by Frater Nihil. Recorded in the Autumn Twilight 1993 e.h. All music by Cradle of Filth, all lyrics by Dani, copyrighted 1994. Review Personally I've seen hundreds of people wearing Cradle shirts before I even heard some music of them. Guess they got their marketing strategy right. But I got quite curious about their music, and I must say I wasn't disappointed at all. This is a very cool kind of black metal. There are lots of keyboards & female vocals, but it's still very fast and brutal. The songs just sound great, and there's even a 'guest performance' of a great idol of mine, Darren White. I think this cd just rules, and even people who don't like Black Metal should give it a chance. Rating: 7.5 out of 10