Video Recipes TV: Cradle Of Filth-Darkness Incarnate Videos

Added: Dec 5, 2008

From: DaniFilth09

Duration: 8:56

'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 remainsDarkness incarnateDemons 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 doomNightingales sang of tragedyWhispers were made of blasphemyVain, insane, this brute aloofDrew tainted veils over bitter truthThe stairs ran helter-skelterHis bedchamber besiegedBy phantoms who shelteredIn it's furs, remorseSought to overwhelm himLike a lantern of diseaseThat shone on rotten facesOf those murdered out in forceDarkness incarnateFleeing 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 beastThe night wind sang of tragedyWhispers were made of blasphemyVain, insane, this brute aloofDrew tainted sails over naked truthMadness 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 whoreDryads tongued under skirts of leavesSurrendering branches that slenderly pleasedThe Mocking orifices and the forest on her kneesThen once besotted, knotted trunks now grewRotten, venereal, cancerous, blueThe clotting of his heart to a rank cantankerous tuneBeneath the sallow moonlightIn a wonderland of painGilles fled back to the castleTerrified and drainedHe sought his deep red velvet bedAnd the sleep it preordainedExhausted, forced into the deadThe creep of nightmares came againMadness clouded everythingLike a lycanthropic shroudAnd through it's ghastly lineaments he sawHundreds of slain childrenSome came crawling disembowelledTo where he stretched out howling on all foursCorpses tore at his legs and kneesAs he clawed to the cross, begging reprieveFrom a Lord that soared above the awful sceneHe 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?'

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