| Song | Thirteen Autumns And A Widow |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | Cruelty & The Beast |
| 作词 : Cradle Of Faith, Dani | |
| Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night | |
| Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light | |
| A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas | |
| Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed | |
| To the ravenous wolves that the elements led | |
| From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease | |
| Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn | |
| Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm | |
| (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) | |
| Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born | |
| On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed | |
| A tragedy crept to the name Bathory | |
| Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose | |
| Grew so dark as this sylph | |
| None more cold in repose | |
| Yet Her beauty spun webs | |
| Round hearts a glance would betroth | |
| She feared the light | |
| So when She fell like a sinner to vice | |
| Under austere, puritanical rule | |
| She sacrificed... | |
| Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall | |
| But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled | |
| Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel | |
| (And possessed of such delights) | |
| For ravens winged Her nightly flights | |
| Of erotica | |
| Half spurned from the pulpit | |
| Torments to occur | |
| Half learnt from the cabal of demons | |
| In Her | |
| Her walk went to voodoo | |
| To see Her own shadow adored | |
| At mass without flaw | |
| Though inwards She abhored | |
| Not Her coven of suitors | |
| But the stare of their Lord | |
| "I must avert mine eyes to hymns | |
| For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin | |
| He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites | |
| With Him undead for three long nights" | |
| Elizabeth listened | |
| No sermons intoned | |
| Dragged such guilt to Her door | |
| Tombed Her soul with such stone | |
| For She swore the Priest sighed | |
| When She knelt down to atone... | |
| She feared the light | |
| So when She fell | |
| Like a sinner to vice | |
| Under austere, puritanical rule | |
| She sacrificed | |
| Her decorum as chaste | |
| To this wolf of the cloth | |
| Pouncing to haunt | |
| Her confessional box | |
| Forgiveness would come | |
| When Her sins were washed off | |
| By rebaptism in white.... | |
| The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths | |
| 'Pon the grave of Her innocence | |
| Her hidden face spat murder | |
| From a whisper to a scream | |
| All sleep seemed cursed | |
| In Faustian verse | |
| But there in orgiastic Hell | |
| No horrors were worse | |
| Than the mirrored revelation | |
| The She kissed the Devil's phallus | |
| By Her own decree... | |
| So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky | |
| Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret | |
| A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare | |
| On winds without prayer | |
| Stigmata still wept between Her legs | |
| A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds | |
| She sought the Sorceress | |
| Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair | |
| Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die | |
| For the throat of Elizabeth | |
| Damnation won and urged the moon | |
| In soliloquy to gleam | |
| Twixt the trees in shafts | |
| To ghost a path | |
| Past the howl of buggered nymphs | |
| In the sodomite's grasp | |
| To the forest's vulva | |
| Where the witch scholared Her | |
| In even darker themes | |
| "Amongst philtres and melissas | |
| Midst the grease of strangled men | |
| And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen | |
| Elizabeth came to life again" | |
| And under lacerations of dawn She returned | |
| Like a flame unto a deathshead | |
| With a promise to burn | |
| Secrets brooded as She rode | |
| Through mist and marsh to where they showed | |
| Her castle walls wherein the restless | |
| Counted carrion crows | |
| She awoke from a fable to mourning | |
| Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep | |
| Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung | |
| Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry | |
| The biblical prattled their mantras | |
| Hexes six-tripled their fees | |
| But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed | |
| And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally... |
| zuò cí : Cradle Of Faith, Dani | |
| Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night | |
| Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon' s eerie light | |
| A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas | |
| Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed | |
| To the ravenous wolves that the elements led | |
| From cragjagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease | |
| Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn | |
| Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm | |
| Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed | |
| Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the newborn | |
| On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed | |
| A tragedy crept to the name Bathory | |
| Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose | |
| Grew so dark as this sylph | |
| None more cold in repose | |
| Yet Her beauty spun webs | |
| Round hearts a glance would betroth | |
| She feared the light | |
| So when She fell like a sinner to vice | |
| Under austere, puritanical rule | |
| She sacrificed... | |
| Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall | |
| But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled | |
| Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel | |
| And possessed of such delights | |
| For ravens winged Her nightly flights | |
| Of erotica | |
| Half spurned from the pulpit | |
| Torments to occur | |
| Half learnt from the cabal of demons | |
| In Her | |
| Her walk went to voodoo | |
| To see Her own shadow adored | |
| At mass without flaw | |
| Though inwards She abhored | |
| Not Her coven of suitors | |
| But the stare of their Lord | |
| " I must avert mine eyes to hymns | |
| For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin | |
| He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites | |
| With Him undead for three long nights" | |
| Elizabeth listened | |
| No sermons intoned | |
| Dragged such guilt to Her door | |
| Tombed Her soul with such stone | |
| For She swore the Priest sighed | |
| When She knelt down to atone... | |
| She feared the light | |
| So when She fell | |
| Like a sinner to vice | |
| Under austere, puritanical rule | |
| She sacrificed | |
| Her decorum as chaste | |
| To this wolf of the cloth | |
| Pouncing to haunt | |
| Her confessional box | |
| Forgiveness would come | |
| When Her sins were washed off | |
| By rebaptism in white.... | |
| The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths | |
| ' Pon the grave of Her innocence | |
| Her hidden face spat murder | |
| From a whisper to a scream | |
| All sleep seemed cursed | |
| In Faustian verse | |
| But there in orgiastic Hell | |
| No horrors were worse | |
| Than the mirrored revelation | |
| The She kissed the Devil' s phallus | |
| By Her own decree... | |
| So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky | |
| Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret | |
| A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare | |
| On winds without prayer | |
| Stigmata still wept between Her legs | |
| A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds | |
| She sought the Sorceress | |
| Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite' s lair | |
| Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die | |
| For the throat of Elizabeth | |
| Damnation won and urged the moon | |
| In soliloquy to gleam | |
| Twixt the trees in shafts | |
| To ghost a path | |
| Past the howl of buggered nymphs | |
| In the sodomite' s grasp | |
| To the forest' s vulva | |
| Where the witch scholared Her | |
| In even darker themes | |
| " Amongst philtres and melissas | |
| Midst the grease of strangled men | |
| And eldritch truths, elder illomen | |
| Elizabeth came to life again" | |
| And under lacerations of dawn She returned | |
| Like a flame unto a deathshead | |
| With a promise to burn | |
| Secrets brooded as She rode | |
| Through mist and marsh to where they showed | |
| Her castle walls wherein the restless | |
| Counted carrion crows | |
| She awoke from a fable to mourning | |
| Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep | |
| Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung | |
| Like a crimson bat ' neath the belfry | |
| The biblical prattled their mantras | |
| Hexes sixtripled their fees | |
| But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed | |
| And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally... |