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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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巴托里咏叹调

Snuffed tapers sighed

As Death left impressing

His crest of cold tears on the Countess

被剪灭的长烛摇曳哀叹

如同死亡在他的脊背上刻下印痕

冷泪滴落女伯爵身前

Benighted like ill-fated Usher

The House of Bathory shrouded

'Neath grief's dark facade

如同命途多舛的乌瑟在恶夜中苦苦寻觅

陈设着巴托里寿衣的停尸房

内斯墓冢那惨黯的遗容

If only I could have wept

In mourning by Her side

I would have clasped Her so tight

Like storm-beached Aphrodite

Drowned on Kytherean tides

但愿我曾陪伴在她的身旁

在悲痛中静静抽泣

我本该紧紧拥抱她

如同风暴中搁浅的阿芙洛狄忒

在基瑟瑞尔的骇浪中溺毙

And Kissed Her

For from Her alone

My lips would have known

Enigmas of shadowy vistas

而后轻吻她

带她逃离孤单

我的双唇早该知晓

那埋藏在难以追溯的朦胧往昔中的奥秘

Where pleasures took flesh

And pain, remorseless

Came freezing the breath

Of raucous life hushed unto whispers

何处欢愉占据肉体

而痛苦，残虐

冻结那凋零生命嘶哑的呼吸

寂静伴随着低语

Benighted.

蒙昧无知

Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept

Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept

吸入皎洁温存的月色

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll

Waxing eternal night entered Her soul

Now haranguing grey skies

With revenge upon life

Gnathic and Sapphic

Needs begged gendercide

Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt

Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults

Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult

With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds

To Archangels in bondage

From light to night hurled

Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......

But soon,

Her tarot proved

Hybrid rumours spread like tumours

Would accrue

And blight Her stars

However scarred

To better bitter truths

Of cold bloodbaths

As bodies rose

In rigid droves

To haunt Her from their

Shallow burials imposed

When wolves exhumed

Their carthen wombs

Where heavy frosts had laboured long

To bare their wounds

To the depths of Her soul they pursued

Wielding their poison they flew

Like a murder of ravens in fugue

And knowing their raptures

Would shatter Her dreams

She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve

Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies

So Hallow's Eve

As She received

Like Bellona to the ball

Those enemies

Fell-sisters heaved

Her torturies

Cross stained flagstones

To Her carriage reined to flee

But She knew She must brave the night through

Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon

Like a murder of ravens in Fugue

For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose

Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares

And even Her dance

In the vast mirrors cast

Looked the ill of Her future

If fate feasted there....

In an age crucified by the nails of faith

When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands

An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith

Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned

Her life whispered grief like a funeral march

Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced

With those succumbing to cruelty

Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance

A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers

Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean

The elixir of Youth from the pure

Whilst Her lesbian fantasies

Reamed to extremes

O'er decades unleashed

Came for blood's silken cure

But Her reign ended swiftly

For Dark Gods dreamt too deep

To heed Her pleas

When Her gaolers were assailed

With condemnations from a priest

Who'd stammered rites

In the dead of night

For maidens staining winding sheets

And She postured proud

When Her crimes were trowelled

And jezebelled to peasant lips

Though She smelt the fires

That licked limbs higher

To the tortured cunts of accomplices

So ends this twisted fable's worth

And though spared the pyre's bite

By dint of nobled bloodlined birth

Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no respite

Forever severed from the thrill of coming night

Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight

"The Spirits have all but fled judgement

I rot, alone, insane,

Where the forest whispers puce laments for me

From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane

Beyond these walls, wherein condemned

To the gloom of an austere tomb

I pace with feral madness sent

Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon

Who, bereft of necrologies, thus

Commands creation over the earth

Whilst I resign my lips to death

A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth

Though one last wish is bequathed by fate

My beauty shalt wilt, unseen

Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take

My soul to peace or Hell for company"

To peace or hell for company

My soul to Hell for company

My soul to Hell for company