| Song | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | Lovecraft & Witch Hearts |
| 作词 : Cradle Of Faith, Dani | |
| Hear Me now! | |
| All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... | |
| Maleficent in dusky rose | |
| Gathered satin lapped Her breasts | |
| Like blood upon the snow | |
| A tourniquet of Topaz | |
| Glistened at Her throat | |
| Awakening, pulled from the tomb | |
| Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon | |
| That She outshone as a fallen star | |
| A regal ornament from a far flung nebular | |
| Her likeness hung in the black gallery | |
| Commanding unease | |
| Demanding of Death to breathe... | |
| Midst the whirl and daylight fauna | |
| Of society at court | |
| Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause | |
| Though Her torchlit shadow | |
| Thrown upon damp cellar walls | |
| Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled | |
| Thirteen Winter solstices had shown | |
| Her path, that the dark | |
| Had marked its dominion | |
| Spaying the confessor | |
| Whose caresses she'd known, | |
| As whipcord in the House of Dog | |
| Her cold cunt meat on holy bone | |
| Raped of faith, She now embraced | |
| The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face | |
| With this disdain, inside these veins | |
| (Highborn wanton that She was) | |
| She sought to keep what age would claim | |
| Her soul was sold and for this toll | |
| Reeking pyres ever smouldered | |
| On the whims of one so in control | |
| Elizabeth, mysterious. | |
| Cruelty brought thee orchids | |
| From the bowels of the abyss | |
| Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries | |
| And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs | |
| Exhumed by scrying eyes | |
| Madness came upon | |
| Her like an amourous lover's seed | |
| Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin | |
| In gouts torture unleashed | |
| And to Her dead reflection | |
| Twas as if Her pallor gleamed | |
| Like an angel's warmed by candles | |
| Where erotic stains had cleaved | |
| So demons dragged this libertine | |
| Lusts screaming for release | |
| Upon the flesh of maidens preened | |
| As canvas for caprice | |
| Exacting obeisance | |
| Her gaze held a seance | |
| Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune | |
| A sleeter mistress than Luna | |
| Whose threats to consume Her | |
| Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon | |
| Flat on Her back | |
| Pack-prey for the reams | |
| Of verses and curses | |
| That haunted Her dreams | |
| Midnightmare chimed | |
| Thirteen in Her mind | |
| A disciple of scars | |
| Branded years hissed behind | |
| Ridden split-thighed | |
| By the Father of lies | |
| An ovation of wolves | |
| Blushed the skies as they writhed | |
| But Heaven is never forever | |
| She came, a spent storm | |
| From the clouds... | |
| Leaving serpents in office | |
| Inside every gate | |
| To lick righteous holes | |
| Blinding Lords to the fate | |
| Of virgins forced naked | |
| To defile on rent knees | |
| Hacked and racked backwards | |
| Menses choking their pleas | |
| "More. Whore. More. | |
| Twitching make me wet with thee | |
| Carcass rub me raw" | |
| And to Her dead reflection | |
| Twas as if Her pallor gleamed | |
| Like an angel's warmed by candles | |
| Where erotic stains had cleaved | |
| So demons dragged this libertine | |
| Lusts screaming for release | |
| Upon the flesh of maidens preened | |
| As canvas for caprice | |
| Raped of faith, She now embraced | |
| The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face | |
| With this disdain, inside these veins | |
| (Highborn wanton that She was) | |
| She sought to keep what age would claim | |
| Her soul was sold and for this toll | |
| Reeking pyres ever smouldered | |
| On the whims of one so in control | |
| Elizabeth, mysterious. | |
| Cruelty brought thee orchids | |
| From the bowels of the abyss | |
| From the bowels of the abyss |
| zuò cí : Cradle Of Faith, Dani | |
| Hear Me now! | |
| All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... | |
| Maleficent in dusky rose | |
| Gathered satin lapped Her breasts | |
| Like blood upon the snow | |
| A tourniquet of Topaz | |
| Glistened at Her throat | |
| Awakening, pulled from the tomb | |
| Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon | |
| That She outshone as a fallen star | |
| A regal ornament from a far flung nebular | |
| Her likeness hung in the black gallery | |
| Commanding unease | |
| Demanding of Death to breathe... | |
| Midst the whirl and daylight fauna | |
| Of society at court | |
| Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause | |
| Though Her torchlit shadow | |
| Thrown upon damp cellar walls | |
| Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled | |
| Thirteen Winter solstices had shown | |
| Her path, that the dark | |
| Had marked its dominion | |
| Spaying the confessor | |
| Whose caresses she' d known, | |
| As whipcord in the House of Dog | |
| Her cold cunt meat on holy bone | |
| Raped of faith, She now embraced | |
| The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror' s face | |
| With this disdain, inside these veins | |
| Highborn wanton that She was | |
| She sought to keep what age would claim | |
| Her soul was sold and for this toll | |
| Reeking pyres ever smouldered | |
| On the whims of one so in control | |
| Elizabeth, mysterious. | |
| Cruelty brought thee orchids | |
| From the bowels of the abyss | |
| Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries | |
| And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs | |
| Exhumed by scrying eyes | |
| Madness came upon | |
| Her like an amourous lover' s seed | |
| Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin | |
| In gouts torture unleashed | |
| And to Her dead reflection | |
| Twas as if Her pallor gleamed | |
| Like an angel' s warmed by candles | |
| Where erotic stains had cleaved | |
| So demons dragged this libertine | |
| Lusts screaming for release | |
| Upon the flesh of maidens preened | |
| As canvas for caprice | |
| Exacting obeisance | |
| Her gaze held a seance | |
| Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune | |
| A sleeter mistress than Luna | |
| Whose threats to consume Her | |
| Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon | |
| Flat on Her back | |
| Packprey for the reams | |
| Of verses and curses | |
| That haunted Her dreams | |
| Midnightmare chimed | |
| Thirteen in Her mind | |
| A disciple of scars | |
| Branded years hissed behind | |
| Ridden splitthighed | |
| By the Father of lies | |
| An ovation of wolves | |
| Blushed the skies as they writhed | |
| But Heaven is never forever | |
| She came, a spent storm | |
| From the clouds... | |
| Leaving serpents in office | |
| Inside every gate | |
| To lick righteous holes | |
| Blinding Lords to the fate | |
| Of virgins forced naked | |
| To defile on rent knees | |
| Hacked and racked backwards | |
| Menses choking their pleas | |
| " More. Whore. More. | |
| Twitching make me wet with thee | |
| Carcass rub me raw" | |
| And to Her dead reflection | |
| Twas as if Her pallor gleamed | |
| Like an angel' s warmed by candles | |
| Where erotic stains had cleaved | |
| So demons dragged this libertine | |
| Lusts screaming for release | |
| Upon the flesh of maidens preened | |
| As canvas for caprice | |
| Raped of faith, She now embraced | |
| The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror' s face | |
| With this disdain, inside these veins | |
| Highborn wanton that She was | |
| She sought to keep what age would claim | |
| Her soul was sold and for this toll | |
| Reeking pyres ever smouldered | |
| On the whims of one so in control | |
| Elizabeth, mysterious. | |
| Cruelty brought thee orchids | |
| From the bowels of the abyss | |
| From the bowels of the abyss |