| Song | Beneath The Howling Stars |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | Cruelty & The Beast |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cradle Of Filth, Filth | |
| Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring | |
| Her spinal chill rakes the earth | |
| Whilst pensive souls at zero sing | |
| Would be tidings of rebirth | |
| Under cold stares of | |
| Mars maligned | |
| Near suicides cross their hearts | |
| And unborn writhe in tepid brine | |
| For something wicked this way starts | |
| Ohh, ohhOhh, ohh | |
| Ohh, ohhOhh, ohh | |
| Beneath the howling stars | |
| Elizabeth, paragon of vice | |
| Watches the sun set pyres alight | |
| As bane and tyranny, her doberman sleep | |
| Like spellbound paramours at her feet | |
| A chatter of bells without | |
| Raise hell hounds, teeth on edge | |
| From sleighs hastened through snow lit red | |
| Guests espied from the garret ledge | |
| Great gloomy mirror tell her face | |
| She will out blind them all | |
| That heavenly bodies would fall from grace | |
| To possess such a lustrous pall | |
| For beauty is always cruel | |
| For beauty is always | |
| Let destiny in chains commence | |
| Damnation under | |
| God's seeking recompense | |
| Enslaving to the whims of this mistress | |
| OhhAs the dance ensued | |
| Elizabeth's mood | |
| Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon | |
| In slick black iciness it grew | |
| To consume | |
| The wench her tower tombed | |
| Tending to her costume | |
| Bore the brunt of the storm | |
| When the needle a skewed | |
| She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through | |
| Restored to jaded bliss | |
| In a wonder white dress | |
| Descended to the ball | |
| With painted blood upon her lips | |
| Passing like a comet so white as to eclipse | |
| The Waltz wound down, transfixed | |
| Devoid of all breath in the air | |
| Even death paled to compare | |
| To the taint of her splendor | |
| So rare and engendered | |
| Upon the awed throng gathered, there | |
| Beneath the howling stars | |
| She danced so macabre | |
| Men entranced divined from her gait | |
| That this angel stepped from a pedestal | |
| Had won remission from fate | |
| By alighting to darker spheres | |
| Delighting in held sway | |
| For she was not unlike the goddess | |
| To whom the wolves bayed{ | |
| Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arbored | |
| Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad | |
| That Elizabeth bewitched see how even now the whore casts | |
| Her spells upon the | |
| Black Count whom her reddened lips hold fast} | |
| Tongue unto tongue swept on tides without care | |
| For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares | |
| A halo of ravens tousled her hair | |
| Chandeliers a tiara for passions ensnared | |
| Fantasies sexed | |
| When their eyes, moonstruck met | |
| Their friction wore a way | |
| Through the sea of foreplay | |
| Lovers at first bite | |
| She an Eve tempted to lay | |
| Gasping at rafters | |
| Flesh pressed in ballet | |
| But caprice, honours leashed | |
| She absconded the feast | |
| To prowl wonderland beasts in hand from the keep | |
| Of feudal dilemma well mantled in furs | |
| Through cullis to watch dogstars howl at the earth | |
| On this violent night | |
| Unholy night | |
| Winds lashed their limbs together | |
| As the ether vent its wintry spite | |
| She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes | |
| To excite the bleak advance | |
| From castle bowers | |
| Wherein small hours | |
| The Devil never came by chance | |
| A lone charm tied to her inner thigh | |
| Sent lusts nova as hooves trod | |
| Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet | |
| Were flung to a wayward | |
| GodMidwinter wrongs the rites of spring | |
| Her spinal chill rakes the earth | |
| Whilst pensive souls at zero sing | |
| Woebetidings of rebirth | |
| Under cold stares of | |
| Mars maligned | |
| Near suicides cross their hearts | |
| And unborns writhe in tepid brine | |
| For something wicked this way starts | |
| Beneath the howling stars | |
| Pounding upon the pauper ridge | |
| Earshot of a hunched beldame | |
| Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please | |
| Such elderly loins enflamed? | |
| To this he feigned a grim disdain | |
| Playing to her slayful eye | |
| But the hag replied "This girl that chidesWill soon be as plagued with age as I" | |
| Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath | |
| For Elizabeth's grace could raise | |
| A flag of truce in burning heaven | |
| Or the dead from early graves | |
| Yet still she seethed this proud | |
| Snow Queen | |
| Embittered with the cursed retort | |
| And because he sought her loves onslaught | |
| He gutted the crone for sport | |
| Soon in full moon fever they were wed | |
| Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed | |
| Littered with aphrodisiacs | |
| To tease dynastic union | |
| And beget them further maniacs | |
| Elizabeth free reigned, now a countess | |
| Outwielded and outwore | |
| Her title like a favoured dress | |
| Whilst her errant | |
| LordWhose seasons savoured war | |
| Stormed black to fell the infidel | |
| Her embers, tempered, roared |
| zuo ci : Cradle Of Filth, Filth | |
| Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring | |
| Her spinal chill rakes the earth | |
| Whilst pensive souls at zero sing | |
| Would be tidings of rebirth | |
| Under cold stares of | |
| Mars maligned | |
| Near suicides cross their hearts | |
| And unborn writhe in tepid brine | |
| For something wicked this way starts | |
| Ohh, ohhOhh, ohh | |
| Ohh, ohhOhh, ohh | |
| Beneath the howling stars | |
| Elizabeth, paragon of vice | |
| Watches the sun set pyres alight | |
| As bane and tyranny, her doberman sleep | |
| Like spellbound paramours at her feet | |
| A chatter of bells without | |
| Raise hell hounds, teeth on edge | |
| From sleighs hastened through snow lit red | |
| Guests espied from the garret ledge | |
| Great gloomy mirror tell her face | |
| She will out blind them all | |
| That heavenly bodies would fall from grace | |
| To possess such a lustrous pall | |
| For beauty is always cruel | |
| For beauty is always | |
| Let destiny in chains commence | |
| Damnation under | |
| God' s seeking recompense | |
| Enslaving to the whims of this mistress | |
| OhhAs the dance ensued | |
| Elizabeth' s mood | |
| Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon | |
| In slick black iciness it grew | |
| To consume | |
| The wench her tower tombed | |
| Tending to her costume | |
| Bore the brunt of the storm | |
| When the needle a skewed | |
| She has her dogs maul the bitch' s wrists through | |
| Restored to jaded bliss | |
| In a wonder white dress | |
| Descended to the ball | |
| With painted blood upon her lips | |
| Passing like a comet so white as to eclipse | |
| The Waltz wound down, transfixed | |
| Devoid of all breath in the air | |
| Even death paled to compare | |
| To the taint of her splendor | |
| So rare and engendered | |
| Upon the awed throng gathered, there | |
| Beneath the howling stars | |
| She danced so macabre | |
| Men entranced divined from her gait | |
| That this angel stepped from a pedestal | |
| Had won remission from fate | |
| By alighting to darker spheres | |
| Delighting in held sway | |
| For she was not unlike the goddess | |
| To whom the wolves bayed | |
| Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arbored | |
| Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad | |
| That Elizabeth bewitched see how even now the whore casts | |
| Her spells upon the | |
| Black Count whom her reddened lips hold fast | |
| Tongue unto tongue swept on tides without care | |
| For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares | |
| A halo of ravens tousled her hair | |
| Chandeliers a tiara for passions ensnared | |
| Fantasies sexed | |
| When their eyes, moonstruck met | |
| Their friction wore a way | |
| Through the sea of foreplay | |
| Lovers at first bite | |
| She an Eve tempted to lay | |
| Gasping at rafters | |
| Flesh pressed in ballet | |
| But caprice, honours leashed | |
| She absconded the feast | |
| To prowl wonderland beasts in hand from the keep | |
| Of feudal dilemma well mantled in furs | |
| Through cullis to watch dogstars howl at the earth | |
| On this violent night | |
| Unholy night | |
| Winds lashed their limbs together | |
| As the ether vent its wintry spite | |
| She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes | |
| To excite the bleak advance | |
| From castle bowers | |
| Wherein small hours | |
| The Devil never came by chance | |
| A lone charm tied to her inner thigh | |
| Sent lusts nova as hooves trod | |
| Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet | |
| Were flung to a wayward | |
| GodMidwinter wrongs the rites of spring | |
| Her spinal chill rakes the earth | |
| Whilst pensive souls at zero sing | |
| Woebetidings of rebirth | |
| Under cold stares of | |
| Mars maligned | |
| Near suicides cross their hearts | |
| And unborns writhe in tepid brine | |
| For something wicked this way starts | |
| Beneath the howling stars | |
| Pounding upon the pauper ridge | |
| Earshot of a hunched beldame | |
| Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please | |
| Such elderly loins enflamed? | |
| To this he feigned a grim disdain | |
| Playing to her slayful eye | |
| But the hag replied " This girl that chidesWill soon be as plagued with age as I" | |
| Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath | |
| For Elizabeth' s grace could raise | |
| A flag of truce in burning heaven | |
| Or the dead from early graves | |
| Yet still she seethed this proud | |
| Snow Queen | |
| Embittered with the cursed retort | |
| And because he sought her loves onslaught | |
| He gutted the crone for sport | |
| Soon in full moon fever they were wed | |
| Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed | |
| Littered with aphrodisiacs | |
| To tease dynastic union | |
| And beget them further maniacs | |
| Elizabeth free reigned, now a countess | |
| Outwielded and outwore | |
| Her title like a favoured dress | |
| Whilst her errant | |
| LordWhose seasons savoured war | |
| Stormed black to fell the infidel | |
| Her embers, tempered, roared |
| zuò cí : Cradle Of Filth, Filth | |
| Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring | |
| Her spinal chill rakes the earth | |
| Whilst pensive souls at zero sing | |
| Would be tidings of rebirth | |
| Under cold stares of | |
| Mars maligned | |
| Near suicides cross their hearts | |
| And unborn writhe in tepid brine | |
| For something wicked this way starts | |
| Ohh, ohhOhh, ohh | |
| Ohh, ohhOhh, ohh | |
| Beneath the howling stars | |
| Elizabeth, paragon of vice | |
| Watches the sun set pyres alight | |
| As bane and tyranny, her doberman sleep | |
| Like spellbound paramours at her feet | |
| A chatter of bells without | |
| Raise hell hounds, teeth on edge | |
| From sleighs hastened through snow lit red | |
| Guests espied from the garret ledge | |
| Great gloomy mirror tell her face | |
| She will out blind them all | |
| That heavenly bodies would fall from grace | |
| To possess such a lustrous pall | |
| For beauty is always cruel | |
| For beauty is always | |
| Let destiny in chains commence | |
| Damnation under | |
| God' s seeking recompense | |
| Enslaving to the whims of this mistress | |
| OhhAs the dance ensued | |
| Elizabeth' s mood | |
| Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon | |
| In slick black iciness it grew | |
| To consume | |
| The wench her tower tombed | |
| Tending to her costume | |
| Bore the brunt of the storm | |
| When the needle a skewed | |
| She has her dogs maul the bitch' s wrists through | |
| Restored to jaded bliss | |
| In a wonder white dress | |
| Descended to the ball | |
| With painted blood upon her lips | |
| Passing like a comet so white as to eclipse | |
| The Waltz wound down, transfixed | |
| Devoid of all breath in the air | |
| Even death paled to compare | |
| To the taint of her splendor | |
| So rare and engendered | |
| Upon the awed throng gathered, there | |
| Beneath the howling stars | |
| She danced so macabre | |
| Men entranced divined from her gait | |
| That this angel stepped from a pedestal | |
| Had won remission from fate | |
| By alighting to darker spheres | |
| Delighting in held sway | |
| For she was not unlike the goddess | |
| To whom the wolves bayed | |
| Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arbored | |
| Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad | |
| That Elizabeth bewitched see how even now the whore casts | |
| Her spells upon the | |
| Black Count whom her reddened lips hold fast | |
| Tongue unto tongue swept on tides without care | |
| For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares | |
| A halo of ravens tousled her hair | |
| Chandeliers a tiara for passions ensnared | |
| Fantasies sexed | |
| When their eyes, moonstruck met | |
| Their friction wore a way | |
| Through the sea of foreplay | |
| Lovers at first bite | |
| She an Eve tempted to lay | |
| Gasping at rafters | |
| Flesh pressed in ballet | |
| But caprice, honours leashed | |
| She absconded the feast | |
| To prowl wonderland beasts in hand from the keep | |
| Of feudal dilemma well mantled in furs | |
| Through cullis to watch dogstars howl at the earth | |
| On this violent night | |
| Unholy night | |
| Winds lashed their limbs together | |
| As the ether vent its wintry spite | |
| She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes | |
| To excite the bleak advance | |
| From castle bowers | |
| Wherein small hours | |
| The Devil never came by chance | |
| A lone charm tied to her inner thigh | |
| Sent lusts nova as hooves trod | |
| Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet | |
| Were flung to a wayward | |
| GodMidwinter wrongs the rites of spring | |
| Her spinal chill rakes the earth | |
| Whilst pensive souls at zero sing | |
| Woebetidings of rebirth | |
| Under cold stares of | |
| Mars maligned | |
| Near suicides cross their hearts | |
| And unborns writhe in tepid brine | |
| For something wicked this way starts | |
| Beneath the howling stars | |
| Pounding upon the pauper ridge | |
| Earshot of a hunched beldame | |
| Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please | |
| Such elderly loins enflamed? | |
| To this he feigned a grim disdain | |
| Playing to her slayful eye | |
| But the hag replied " This girl that chidesWill soon be as plagued with age as I" | |
| Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath | |
| For Elizabeth' s grace could raise | |
| A flag of truce in burning heaven | |
| Or the dead from early graves | |
| Yet still she seethed this proud | |
| Snow Queen | |
| Embittered with the cursed retort | |
| And because he sought her loves onslaught | |
| He gutted the crone for sport | |
| Soon in full moon fever they were wed | |
| Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed | |
| Littered with aphrodisiacs | |
| To tease dynastic union | |
| And beget them further maniacs | |
| Elizabeth free reigned, now a countess | |
| Outwielded and outwore | |
| Her title like a favoured dress | |
| Whilst her errant | |
| LordWhose seasons savoured war | |
| Stormed black to fell the infidel | |
| Her embers, tempered, roared |