Cradle of Filth "Darkness Incarnate" letra

Darkness Incarnate

"Something thicker than despairRides upon the midnight airThe smell of blood, the taste of preyWe spy you hiding, Gilles de Rais"

Under August swelterAfter banquet and soireeWhen spiced wine and songHave further heated veinsTo the ninth degree as tenaculaHold another body in their swayGilles retires from the grasping firesThat will ashen the remains

Darkness incarnate

Demons in his semenThat once clung about the throatsOf children dragged from cellars to his roomsNow permeate the castleAll who sleep dream of the goatThat dark eclectic harbinger of doom

Nightingales sang of tragedyWhispers were made of blasphemyVain, insane, this brute aloofDrew tainted veils over bitter truth

The stairs ran helterskelterHis bedchamber besiegedBy phantoms who shelteredIn it's furs, remorseThey sought to overwhelm himLike a lantern of diseaseThat shone on rotten facesOf those murdered out in force

Darkness incarnate

Fleeing ghosts so indisposedTo his Satanic loveOf children dragged from cellars to his feastHe rose, a carnal wind opposedTo those that sat aboveTearing out into the forest like a beast

The night wind sang of tragedyWhispers were made of blasphemyVain, insane, this brute aloofDrew painted sails over naked truth

Madness clouded everythingLike a lycanthropic shroudAnd through it's ghastly lineaments he sawThe trees become obscenitiesSemen drip from every boughAs if he rooted Nature like a whore

Dryads tongued under skirts of leavesSurrendering branches that slenderly pleasedThe mocking orifices and the forest on her knees

Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grewRotten, venereal, cancerous, blueThe clotting of his heart to a rank cantankerous tune

[Gilles de Rais:]Death is only a matter of a little pain

Beneath the sallow moonlightIn a wonderland of painGilles fled back through the castleTerrified and drainedHe sought his deep red velvet bedAnd the sleep it preordainedExhausted, forced into the deadThe creep of nightmares came again

Sadness clouded everythingLike a lycanthropic shroudAnd through it's ghastly lineaments he sawHundreds of slain childrenSome came crawling disemboweledTo where he stretched out howling on all fours

Corpses tore at his legs and kneesAs he clawed to the cross, begging reprieveFrom a Lord that soared above the awful scene

He sobbed and wept, no voice was leftTo scream, the dream was not drubbed yetHe heard the horrors hiss beside him,'Herod, you'll regret...'

'Who hears the tears of nightfall?Who steers the spears so spiteful?'

[Gilles de Rais:]Oh my dearest angelsGo pray to God for me

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