Lyrics Bathory Aria (Remixed and Remastered) - Cradle of Filth
Snuffed
tapers
sighed
as
Death
left
impressing,
His
crest
of
cold
tears
on
the
Countess.
Benighted
like
ill-fated
Usher,
The
house
of
Bathory
shrouded,
Beneath
griefs
dark
facade.
If
only
I
could
have
wept
in
mourning
by
her
side.
I
would
have
clasped
her
so
tight,
Like
storm-beached
aphrodite,
Drowned
on
Kytherean
tides.
And
Kissed
her,
For
from
her
alone,
My
lips
would
have
known.
Enigmas
of
shadowy
vistas.
Where
pleasures
took
flesh
and
pain,
Remorseless
came
freezing
the
breath,
Of
raucous
life
hushed
unto
whispers.
Benighted!
Inhaling
the
pale
waning
moonlight
that
crept,
Through
the
crypt
of
her
Lord
who
so
lucidly
slept.
Benighted!
Exhaling
the
wail
of
black
widowhood's
toll,
Waxing
eternal
night
entered
her
soul.
Now
haranguing
grey
skies
With
revenge
upon
life,
Gnathic
and
sapphic
needs
begged
gendercide.
Delusions
of
Grandier
denounced
the
revolt,
Of
descrying
cursed
glass,
disenchanted
in
vaults.
Encircled
by
glyphs
midst
her
sin-sistered
cult.
With
hangman's
abandon
she
plied
spiritworlds.
To
Archangels
in
bondage,
from
light
to
night
hurled.
Cast
down
to
the
earth
where
torment
would
unfurl.
But
soon
her
tarot
proved,
Hybrid
rumours
spread
like
tumours,
would
accrue.
And
blight
her
stars,
however
scarred,
To
better
bitter
truths
of
cold
bloodbaths.
As
bodies
rose
in
rigid
droves,
To
haunt
her
from
their
shallow
burials
imposed.
When
wolves
exhumed,
their
carthen
wombs,
Where
heavy
frosts
had
laboured
long
to
bare
their
wounds.
To
the
depths
of
her
soul
they
pursued.
Wielding
their
poison
they
flew,
Like
a
murder
of
ravens
in
fugue.
And
knowing
their
raptures
would
shatter
her
dreams.
She
clawed
blackened
books
for
damnation's
reprieve.
Baneful
cawed
canons
on
amassed
enemies.
So
Hallow's
Eve
as
she
received,
Like
Bellona
to
the
ball,
those
enemies.
Fell-sisters
heaved
her
torturies,
Cross
stained
flagstones
to
her
carriage,
reined
to
flee.
But
she
knew
she
must
brave
the
night
through.
Though
fear
crept
a
deathshead
over
the
moon,
Like
a
murder
of
ravens
in
fugue.
For
each
masked,
jewelled
gaze
held
dread
purpose,
Horror
froze
painted
eyes
to
cold
stares.
And
even
her
dance
in
the
vast
mirrors
cast,
Looked
the
ill
of
her
future,
if
fate
feasted
there.
In
an
age
crucified
by
the
nails
of
faith,
When
rank
scarecrows
of
Christ
blighted
lands.
An
aloof
Countess
born
an
obsidian
wraith.
Dared
the
abyss,
knowing
well
she
was
damned.
Her
life
whispered
grief
like
a
funeral
march.
Twisted
and
yearning,
obsessed
an
entranced.
With
those
succumbing
to
cruelty,
Crushed
'neath
the
gait
of
her
dance.
A
whirlwind
of
fire
that
swept
through
the
briers,
Of
sweet
rose
her
thickets
of
black
thorn
had
grasped.
She
demanded
the
heavens
and
forever
to
glean,
The
elixir
of
youth
from
the
pure.
Whilst
her
lesbian
fantasies
reamed
to
extremes,
Over
decades
unleashed
came
for
blood's
silken
cure.
But
her
reign
ended
swiftly,
For
dark
Gods
dreamt
too
deep,
To
heed
her
pleas.
When
her
gaolers
were
assailed,
With
condemnations
from
a
priest.
Who'd
stammered
rites
in
the
dead
of
night,
Or
maidens
staining
winding
sheets.
And
she
postured
proud
when
her
crimes
were
trowelled,
And
jezebelled
to
peasant
lips.
Though
she
smelt
the
fires
that
licked
limbs
higher,
To
the
tortured
cunts
of
accomplices.
So
ends
this
twisted
fable's
worth,
And
though
spared
the
pyre's
bite.
By
dint
of
nobled
bloodlined
birth,
Her
crimes
garnered
her
no
respite.
Forever
severed
from
the
thrill
of
coming
night,
Where
slow
Death
alone
could
grant
her
flight.
The
spirits
have
all
but
fled
judgement.
I
rot,
alone,
insane,
Where
the
forest
whispers
puce
laments
for
me.
From
amidst
the
pine
and
wreathed
wolfsbane.
Beyond
these
walls,
wherein
condemned,
To
the
gloom
of
an
austere
tomb.
I
pace
with
feral
madness
sent,
Through
the
pale
beams
of
a
guiltless
moon.
Who,
bereft
of
necrologies,
Thus
commands
creation
over
the
earth.
Whilst
I
resign
my
lips
to
death.
A
slow
cold
kiss
that
chides
rebirth,
Though
one
last
wish
is
bequeathed
by
fate.
My
beauty
shalt
wilt,
unseen.
Save
for
twin
black
eyes
that
shalt
come
to
take,
My
soul
to
peace
or
Hell
for
company
My
soul
to
Hell
for
company...
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2 Thirteen Autumns and a Widow (Remixed and Remastered)
3 Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Remixed and Remastered)
4 Beneath the Howling Stars (Remixed and Remastered)
5 Venus in Fear (Remixed and Remastered)
6 Desire in Violent Overture (Remixed and Remastered)
7 The Twisted Nails of Faith (Remixed and Remastered)
8 Bathory Aria (Remixed and Remastered)
9 Portrait of the Dead Countess (Remixed and Remastered)
10 Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) (Remixed and Remastered)
11 Hallowed Be Thy Name (Remixed and Remastered)
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