| Song | The Forest Whispers My Name |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | 11 Burial Masses |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cradle of Filth | |
| Black candles dance to an overture | |
| But I am drawn past their flickering lure | |
| To the breathing forest that surrounds the room | |
| Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb | |
| I sip the blood-red wine | |
| My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time | |
| From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life | |
| From chaos born out of love and the scythe | |
| The forest beckons with her nocturnal call | |
| To pull me close amid the baying of wolves | |
| Where the bindings of Christ are downtrodden with scorn | |
| In the dank, odiferous earth | |
| We embrace like two lovers at death | |
| A monument to the trapping of breath | |
| As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck | |
| To drop roses on my marbled breast | |
| I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves | |
| And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze | |
| To learn from the dark and the voices between | |
| This is my will | |
| The forest whispers my name | |
| Again and again | |
| The forest whispers my name | |
| I walk the path | |
| To the land of the Dark Immortals | |
| Where the hungry ones will carry my soul | |
| As the wild hunt careers through the boughs | |
| Come to me, my pale enchantress | |
| In the moon of the woods we kiss | |
| Artemis be near me | |
| In the arms of the ancient oak | |
| Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose | |
| And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked | |
| Dark faerytales in Phallustein | |
| Symbols and signs to know us by | |
| Is re-invoked | |
| In Phallustein | |
| The principle of evil | |
| Evolution has been recalled | |
| Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon | |
| I stand enthralled | |
| In the whispering forest | |
| Yeah | |
| What a ****ing crap way to spend an Easter weekend | |
| This is entitled |
| zuo ci : Cradle of Filth | |
| Black candles dance to an overture | |
| But I am drawn past their flickering lure | |
| To the breathing forest that surrounds the room | |
| Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb | |
| I sip the bloodred wine | |
| My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time | |
| From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life | |
| From chaos born out of love and the scythe | |
| The forest beckons with her nocturnal call | |
| To pull me close amid the baying of wolves | |
| Where the bindings of Christ are downtrodden with scorn | |
| In the dank, odiferous earth | |
| We embrace like two lovers at death | |
| A monument to the trapping of breath | |
| As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck | |
| To drop roses on my marbled breast | |
| I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves | |
| And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze | |
| To learn from the dark and the voices between | |
| This is my will | |
| The forest whispers my name | |
| Again and again | |
| The forest whispers my name | |
| I walk the path | |
| To the land of the Dark Immortals | |
| Where the hungry ones will carry my soul | |
| As the wild hunt careers through the boughs | |
| Come to me, my pale enchantress | |
| In the moon of the woods we kiss | |
| Artemis be near me | |
| In the arms of the ancient oak | |
| Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose | |
| And the horned, hidden one is reinvoked | |
| Dark faerytales in Phallustein | |
| Symbols and signs to know us by | |
| Is reinvoked | |
| In Phallustein | |
| The principle of evil | |
| Evolution has been recalled | |
| Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon | |
| I stand enthralled | |
| In the whispering forest | |
| Yeah | |
| What a ing crap way to spend an Easter weekend | |
| This is entitled |
| zuò cí : Cradle of Filth | |
| Black candles dance to an overture | |
| But I am drawn past their flickering lure | |
| To the breathing forest that surrounds the room | |
| Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb | |
| I sip the bloodred wine | |
| My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time | |
| From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life | |
| From chaos born out of love and the scythe | |
| The forest beckons with her nocturnal call | |
| To pull me close amid the baying of wolves | |
| Where the bindings of Christ are downtrodden with scorn | |
| In the dank, odiferous earth | |
| We embrace like two lovers at death | |
| A monument to the trapping of breath | |
| As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck | |
| To drop roses on my marbled breast | |
| I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves | |
| And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze | |
| To learn from the dark and the voices between | |
| This is my will | |
| The forest whispers my name | |
| Again and again | |
| The forest whispers my name | |
| I walk the path | |
| To the land of the Dark Immortals | |
| Where the hungry ones will carry my soul | |
| As the wild hunt careers through the boughs | |
| Come to me, my pale enchantress | |
| In the moon of the woods we kiss | |
| Artemis be near me | |
| In the arms of the ancient oak | |
| Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose | |
| And the horned, hidden one is reinvoked | |
| Dark faerytales in Phallustein | |
| Symbols and signs to know us by | |
| Is reinvoked | |
| In Phallustein | |
| The principle of evil | |
| Evolution has been recalled | |
| Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon | |
| I stand enthralled | |
| In the whispering forest | |
| Yeah | |
| What a ing crap way to spend an Easter weekend | |
| This is entitled |