paroles de chanson Beneath the Howling Stars (Remixed and Remastered) - Cradle of Filth
Midwinter
wrongs
the
rites
of
spring,
Her
spinal
chill
rakes
the
earth.
Whilst
pensive
souls
at
zero
sing,
Woebetidings
of
rebirth.
Under
cold
stares
of
Mars
maligned,
Near-suicides
cross
their
hearts.
And
unborns
writhe
in
tepid
brine,
For
something
wicked
this
way
starts.
Beneath
the
howling
stars!
Elizabeth,
paragon
of
vice,
Watches
the
sun
set
pyres
alight.
As
bane
and
tyranny,
her
dobermans
sleep,
Like
spellbound
paramours
at
her
feet.
A
chatter
of
bells
without,
Raise
hellhounds,
teeth
on
edge.
From
sleighs
hastened
through
snow
lit
red,
Guests
espied
from
the
garret
ledge.
Great
gloomy
mirror
tell
her
face,
She
will
outblind
them
all.
That
heavenly
bodies
would
fall
from
grace,
To
possess
such
a
lustrous
pall.
For
beauty
is
always
Cruel!
For
beauty
is
always...
Let
destiny
in
chains
commence!
Damnation
under
Gods
seeking
recompense,
Enslaving
to
the
whims
of
this
mistress.
As
the
dance
ensued,
Elizabeth's
mood,
Tempered
by
the
craft
of
a
vitreous
moon.
In
slick
black
iciness
it
grew,
to
consume.
The
wench
her
tower
tombed,
tending
to
her
costume.
Bore
the
brunt
of
the
storm,
when
the
needle
askewed.
She
has
her
dogs
maul
the
bitch's
wrists
through.
Restored
to
jaded
bliss,
this
Evisceratrix.
Descended
to
the
ball
with
painted
blood
upon
her
lips.
Passing
like
a
comet
so
white,
as
to
eclipse.
The
waltz
wound
down,
transfixed!
Devoid
of
all
breath
in
the
air.
Even
Death
paled
to
compare,
To
the
taint
of
her
splendour,
So
rare
and
engendered,
Upon
the
awed
throng
gathered
there.
Beneath
the
howling
stars!
She
danced
so
macabre,
Men
entranced
divined
from
her
gait.
That
this
angel
stepped
from
a
pedestal,
Had
won
remission
from
fate.
By
alighting
to
darker
spheres,
Delighting
in
held
sway.
For
she
was
not
unlike
the
Goddess,
To
whom
the
wolves
bayed.
Whilst
envy
glanced
daggers
from
court
maidens,
arboured.
Who
whispered
in
sects
of
suspicions
abroad,
That
Elizabeth
bewitched.
See
how
even
now
the
whore
casts
Her
spells
upon
the
Black
Count,
Whom
her
reddened
lips
hold
fast.
Tongue
unto
tongue,
swept
on
tides
without
care.
For
the
harpies
who
rallied
their
maledict
glares.
A
halo
of
ravens
tousled
her
hair
Chandeliers
a
tiara,
for
passions
ensnared.
Phantasies
sexed
when
their
eyes,
moonstruck
met.
Their
friction
wore
a
way
through
the
sea
of
foreplay.
Lovers
at
first
bite,
an
Eve
tempted
to
lay.
Gasping
at
rafters,
flesh
pressed
in
ballet.
But
caprice,
honours
leashed.
She
absconded
the
feast
to
prowl
wonderland.
Beasts
in
hand
from
the
keep
of
feudal
dilemma.
Well
mantled
in
furs,
through
cullis
to
watch.
Dogstars
howl
at
the
earth!
On
this
violent
night,
unholy
night.
Winds
lashed
their
limbs
together,
As
the
ether
vent
its
wintry
spite.
She
wished
his
kiss
on
her
frozen
landscapes,
To
excite
the
bleak
advance.
From
castle
bowers,
wherein
small
hours,
The
Devil
never
came
by
chance.
A
lone
charm
tied
to
her
inner
thigh,
Sent
lusts
nova
as
hooves
trod.
Cobbled
streets
where
lowlives
fleet,
Were
flung
to
a
wayward
God.
Midwinter
wrongs
the
rites
of
spring,
Her
spinal
chill
rakes
the
earth.
Whilst
pensive
souls
at
zero
sing,
Woebetidings
of
rebirth.
Under
cold
stares
of
Mars
maligned,
Near-suicides
cross
their
hearts.
And
unborns
writhe
in
tepid
brine,
For
something
wicked
this
way
starts.
Beneath
the
howling
stars!
Pounding
upon
the
pauper
ridge,
Earshot
of
a
hunched
beldame.
Elizabeth
teased,
would
he
dare
to
please,
Such
elderly
loins
enflamed?
To
this
he
feigned
a
grim
disdain
Playing
to
her
slayful
eye.
But
the
hag
replied:
"This
girl
that
chides,
Will
soon
be
as
plagued
with
age
as
I."
Her
consort
laughed
a
plume
of
icy
breath,
For
Elizabeth's
grace
could
raise.
A
flag
of
truce
in
burning
heaven,
Or
the
dead
from
early
graves.
Yet
still
she
seethed
this
proud
snow-queen,
Embittered
with
the
cursed
retort.
And
because
he
sought
her
loves
onslaught,
He
gutted
the
crone
for
sport.
Soon
in
full
moon
fever
they
were
wed,
Lycanthropic
in
the
conjugal
bed.
Littered
with
aphrodisiacs
to
tease
dynastic
union,
And
beget
them
further
maniacs.
Elizabeth,
Free
reigned,
now
a
Countess.
Outwielded
and
outwore,
Her
title
like
a
favoured
dress.
Whilst
her
errant
Lord,
Whose
seasons
savoured
war,
Stormed
black
to
fell
the
infidel.
Her
embers,
tempered,
roared!
1 Once Upon Atrocity (Remixed and Remastered)
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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