Hurt And Virtue

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Cradle of Filth《Hurt And Virtue》吉他谱:共 8 条音轨(synth1、synth2、guitar、guitar2、rhytm guitar、bass、drums、synth3),38 小节,时长约 1 分 23 秒,GP5 格式,支持在线播放与打印。

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小简介 Cradle of Filth，这支来自英国於1991年由主唱Dani Filth领军所组成的黑金属乐团，以不同於一般原始黑金属或是残暴黑金属的表达方式，利用Dani Filth特有尖高音式的黑腔搭配交响弦乐与阴暗气氛的背景，詮释著受H..P. Lovecraft深深影响Dani所写出高文学素质的歌词，引领著这股所谓「吸血鬼派黑金属」的乐潮。从1991年「The Principle of Evil Made Flesh」原始杀戮般的吸血狂，到「Bitter Suites To Succubi」重交响气氛的吸血灵皇，Cradle Of Filth热门的情况，不仅从专辑销售量与排行榜不难看出，而他们从Cacophonous公司到Music For Nations公司，乃至现在成为第一个加入主流唱片公司Sony Music的黑金属乐团，更可证明Cradle Of Filth具有多大的魅…

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Distant vistas, swathed in the haze of the reddening sunset, fell to whispers 'neath the stars that marred descending skies.

From the cusp of midnight mountains wending as a mist rebels truced with Feriluce, in truth few could resist. Came praising this Hell-raising through the sparse and marble clime where Virtue bathed, their ravings made Her fountains flood with wine.

Lifted with the gift of their dark seductive songs, she drifted from the path she was surely set upon.

Courting chaos-prized in the sight of the covering Angel taught in ways of smothering another Love of other than God.

Worshipped in each other's arms like spider eidolons the Moon conducted like a charm those strange arrangements on. And this is how they came to be dragged before the throne, through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run on soft white throats and punctured moans.

Though fated now than later by His tutor that had been. He baited the Creator with the future He had seen.

Of Michael psyched with jealousies, a reich right by His side and worming Man about to be the apple of His eye. His children lost to free will and the cost of beaten hearts, like the night twixt Vice and Virtue when Her kiss became a scar.

Seraph enemies, why has My Lord forsaken My judgement? Am I not free as He to indulge My darkest fantasies?

From embittered lips these words were slavered, split on the whips of their Witch hunt gathered.

He sought Her gaze midst drowning crowds that howled in rage... "Blasphemer!" "Blasphemer!"

Though She was gone, not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng, but ghosted back where She belonged.

A Grace embracing Michael in a lace of tears that bleared Her pride. He swallowed, blood followed through with spit for all things Divine, through with spit for all things so fucking blind.

His seal He tore and to the floor He threw His tie to Heaven signifying Holy war.

And watchful of this sign a thousand flames, unauthorized, left celestial posts to coalesce and unified return their fallen leader as He turned one final time and threw a glance like a downward lance that stung like guilt in every mind.