The Smoke Of Her Burning

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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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Earth and sea cower from My screams

As I climb into the Skies.

Atop Sins towered Heaven-high for me

From whence I see no reason why

I should not smite with vengeance

And hurl thieves down from Paradise.

For as storms before were as nothing more than a breeze next to this night.

I am Methuselah of the Tribulation.

A riot of stars shaken from their stations.

And though half-blind with ravening

Like Phineus now I see the end declared from the beginning.

Love won through My defeat.

But now I fear I will never peer on Her radiance again. I shall glimpse instead the slurried red of faces pressed to bloodstained panes.

Betrayed and played by God who alone but He scapegraced and goated me?

Now I wish to piss on His parade.

Angels, clawed with burnished wings still loyal, kiss the seal.

Bent on knees and harrowing promise overkill.

Know that you shall die like whores

And the cries of your writhings shall rise

To please their Lord...

So before the sword side with me in slaughter.

I am Methuselah of the Tribulation.

The spoken horns of desolation.

Drink the pouring of My fury.

Those darkened waters spur the brink of war as my judge and jury and rapist executioner.

Our time is short, the horsemen ride.

A foul-breathed chora howls, besides

Damnation and a day has passed

this divine right to genocide.

Weld the gates to heaven shut.

The abyss leers in hissing ruts.

Unhilt the black grimoire of death,

inscribe all names that God has left

I lived the dream of Nymph and Men,