Thirteen Autumns And A Widow Lyrics
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie lightA disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seasBled white and dead, Her true mother was fedTo the ravenous wolves that the elements ledFrom crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in uneaseThrough the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawnFlanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-bornOn that eve when the Countess' own came deformedA tragedy crept to the name BathoryElizabeth christened, no paler a roseGrew so dark as this sylphNone more cold in reposeYet Her beauty spun websRound hearts a glance would betrothShe feared the lightSo when She fell like a sinner to viceUnder austere, puritanical ruleShe sacrificed...Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wallBut after whipangels licked prisoners, thralledNever were Her dreams so maniacally cruel(And possessed of such delights)For ravens winged Her nightly flightsOf eroticaHalf spurned from the pulpitTorments to occurHalf learnt from the cabal of demonsIn HerHer walk went to voodooTo see Her own shadow adoredAt mass without flawThough inwards She abhoredNot Her coven of suitorsBut the stare of their Lord"I must avert mine eyes to hymnsFor His gaze brings dogmas to my skinHe knows that I dreamt of carnal ritesWith Him undead for three long nights"Elizabeth listenedNo sermons intonedDragged such guilt to Her doorTombed Her soul with such stoneFor She swore the Priest sighedWhen She knelt down to atone...She feared the lightSo when She fellLike a sinner to viceUnder austere, puritanical ruleShe sacrificedHer decorum as chasteTo this wolf of the clothPouncing to hauntHer confessional boxForgiveness would comeWhen Her sins were washed offBy rebaptism in white....The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths'Pon the grave of Her innocenceHer hidden face spat murderFrom a whisper to a screamAll sleep seemed cursedIn Faustian verseBut there in orgiastic HellNo horrors were worseThan the mirrored revelationThe She kissed the Devil's phallusBy Her own decree...So with windows flung wide to the menstrual skySolstice Eve She fled the castle in secretA daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmareOn winds without prayerStigmata still wept between Her legsA cold bloodedness which impressed new hatredsShe sought the SorceressThrough the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lairNine twisted fates threw hewn bone dieFor the throat of ElizabethDamnation won and urged the moonIn soliloquy to gleamTwixt the trees in shaftsTo ghost a pathPast the howl of buggered nymphsIn the sodomite's graspTo the forest's vulvaWhere the witch scholared HerIn even darker themes"Amongst philtres and melissasMidst the grease of strangled menAnd eldritch truths, elder ill-omenElizabeth came to life again"And under lacerations of dawn She returnedLike a flame unto a deathsheadWith a promise to burnSecrets brooded as She rodeThrough mist and marsh to where they showedHer castle walls wherein the restlessCounted carrion crowsShe awoke from a fable to mourningChurch bells wringing Her madly from sleepTolled by a priest, self castrated and hungLike a crimson bat 'neath the belfryThe biblical prattled their mantrasHexes six-tripled their feesBut Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passedAnd She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally...
Cradle Of Filth Thirteen Autumns And A Widow
