Текст песни Cradle of Filth - 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



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Under August swelter after banquet and soirée

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






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 for blasphemy

Vain, insane, this brute aloof

Drew tainted veils over naked truth



The stairs ran helter skelter, his bedchamber besieged

By phantoms who sheltered in it's furs, remorse

They 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, the 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 for 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

To exhausted, forced into the dead, the creep of nightmares came again



Sadness clouded everything like a lycanthropic shroud

And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw

Hundreds of slain children, some came crawling disemboweled

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?

Who hears the tears of nightfall?

Who steers the spears so spiteful?



Who hears the tears of nightfall?

Who steers the spears so spiteful?

Who hears the tears of nightfall?

Who steers the spears so spiteful?



Who hears the tears of nightfall?

Who steers the spears so spiteful?

Who hears the tears of nightfall?

Who steers the spears so spiteful?



Who hears the tears of nightfall?

Who steers the spears so spiteful?

Who hears the tears of nightfall?

Who steers the spears so spiteful?



Who hears the tears of nightfall?

Who steers the spears so spiteful?

Who hears the tears of nightfall?

Who steers the spears so spiteful?



Oh, my dearest angels go pray to God for me

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