Born in a Burial Gown

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Cradle of Filth

Cradle of Filth are an English extreme metal band that formed in Suffolk in 1991. The band's musical style evolved from black metal to a cleaner and more "produced" amalgam of gothic metal, symphonic black metal and other extreme metal styles. Their lyrical themes and imagery are heavily influenced by gothic literature, poetry, mythology and horror films. more »

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2001

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Sibilant and macabre 
Walpurgis sauntered in 
Skies litten with five-pointed stars 
The work of crafts surpassing sin 
As She graced Her window ledge 
An orphaned gypsy nymph 
This issue of the forest's bed 
Skin flushed with sipped absinthe 
Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak 
Tried once concealing Hell 
A snow white line of divine freaks 
In riot, where they fell

The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight 
For seven days and seven festival nights 
What wicked wonders lie within the confines 
Of the panther's den 

She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue 
The restless spirit of Christmas to come 
A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb 
Than gingerbread men 

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial 
She was the light of the world going down 
War-torn, forlorn and malarial 
She was found 
Born in a burial gown 

Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross 
Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose 
In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost 

Too many decades misfit and mislaid 
In innocence, a tender legend of prey 
Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid 

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial 
She was the light of the world going down 
War-torn, forlorn and malarial 
She was found 
Born in a burial gown 

Now She moves with a predator's guile 
Beyond the fire lit circle of life 
She soothes your cold heart for a while 
Then matches its beat, syncing in with a knife 
She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case 
Espied by Her cross on the wall 
And should She awake, through embrace or mistake 
She would take Jesus 
Bless foot forward and all

Sibilant and at last 
The circus crawled away 
With another lover in its arms 
Dancing on Her grave

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