Born In A Burial Gown

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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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Sibilant and macabre

Walpurgis sauntered in

Skies litten with five-pointed stars

The work of crafts surpassing sin

As She graced Her window ledge

- An orphaned gypsy nymph

This issue of the forest's bed

Skin flushed with sipped absinthe -

Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak

Tried once concealing Hell

A snow white line of divine freaks

In riot, where they fell...

The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight

For seven days and seven festival nights

Of the panther's den

She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue

A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb

Than gingerbread men

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial

She was the light of the world going down

War-torn, forlorn and malarial

She was found

Born in a burial gown

Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross

Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose

In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost

Too many decades misfit and mislaid

In innocence, a tender legend of prey

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial

She was the light of the world going down

War-torn, forlorn and malarial

She was found

Born in a burial gown

Now She moves with a predator's guile

Beyond the firelit circle of life

She soothes your cold heart for a while

Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife

She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case

Espied by Her cross on the wall

And should She awake, through embrace or mistake

She would take Jesus

Bless foot forward and all...

Sibiliant and at last

The circus crawled away

With another lover in its arms

Dancing on Her grave...