Thornography
Cradle of Filth
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Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive Like Miss Leviathan
01 : 40
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Dirge Inferno
04 : 53
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Tonight in Flames
05 : 55
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Libertina Grimm
05 : 51
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The Byronic Man
05 : 03
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I Am the Thorn
07 : 06
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Cemetery and Sundown
05 : 37
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Lovesick for Mina
07 : 00
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The Foetus of a New Day Kicking
03 : 43
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Rise of the Pentagram
07 : 02
11
Under Huntress Moon
06 : 58
12
Temptation
03 : 47
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Track Lyrics
Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive Like Miss Leviathan Lyrics
[Instumental]
I Am the Thorn Lyrics
[I AM THE THORN]
I am not the hand of god
I am the thorn
I am not the hand of god
I am the thorn
Territorial thieves
Ever stealing thunder for religious causes
I will bring you all down to your knees
And fuck you over
Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am the thorn
I am the thorn
I am the thorn
I am the thorn
Cemetery and Sundown Lyrics
7 ContributorsCemetery and Sundown LyricsWe rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prise wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame
Cemetery and sundown
Against the flora of nightfall
We gather like the fauna of war
To curse Aurora so spiteful
With her stake in the coming of dawn
To conjure forth the past
Those heady nights of pain resplendent
In the service of the Goddess of Death
When her sheets ran royalty-red
Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes
Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent
Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent
On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness
We walk this Eden, a secret
Faces hidden under Leonine pride
In dusk's embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking worlds collide
Cemetery and sundown
Too long have we skulked like drifters
In the cities of the neon sun
Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters
Mona Lisas where the paint has run
I miss our glorious past
Our nightly flights of fear dependent
Like phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine
When the song bird broke her neck
Wolves howl their fogbound serenades
Churches arch their backs with balustrades
Praise be to the shedding of masquerades
When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid
Of the covenant made
Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat
There is murder in the thirst
Rich red vascular tapestries
Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep
In dreams where themes of bestiality
Are a blessing on their Sunday sheep
Sermons hang a black gown
Over cemetery and sundown
Now the clock is harrying midnight
And the ghost of yet-to-come
Will she show rewrites of dark delight
Or the sewers we've overrun?
I see a winter palace
Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck
When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity's spirit
As I threw her to it bled
We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prise wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame
We walk this Eden, a secret
Faces hidden under Leonid pride
In dusk's embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking worlds collide
When waking worlds collide
When waking worlds collide
Rise of the Pentagram Lyrics
5 ContributorsRise of the Pentagram LyricsOne dark afternoon
Like a shadow I flew
Through the rain that fell sick with lament
To this house of incest
For when we undressed
Blasphemies against Venus were rent
Though a sister removed
Her white body approved
The parade of my heavenly quests
Yet all tongues are not true
Some are forked or askew
Like an uncivil serpent's at best
For ousted from Eden
I Fausted all reason
Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan
To haunt fairy groves
And hot virgin coves
Wherein the promiscuous swam
I elected lovers and rejected others
Mephistresses that don't give a damn
But in those that still do
My deep interest grew
The rise of the true pentagram!