| Song | Desire In Violent Overture |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | Cruelty & The Beast |
| 作词 : Cradle Of Faith, Dani | |
| Nights came trailing ghost concertos | |
| Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows | |
| Playing torture chamber music allegretto | |
| Conducting overtures, over throes trashed to crescendo | |
| Skinless the dark shall scream | |
| Hoarse her symphonies | |
| Death mashed as the moon | |
| That had lifted her dreams | |
| And frowned on the winding steps down | |
| To where the vulgar strayed | |
| Taunting sick her tender prey | |
| She glided in her bridal gown | |
| How sleep the pure | |
| Desire in violent overture | |
| An emanation of phantom madness | |
| The countess beheld in shroud | |
| By girls bereft of future vows | |
| Soon to wed in white the frosted ground | |
| Burning like a brand on the countenance of | |
| GodA yearning took her hand to his seraphic | |
| Deep red hissed the cat whips | |
| On the whim of every will | |
| Whilst she entranced [incomprehensible][incomprehensible] | |
| YeaHow sleep the pure | |
| Desire in violent overture | |
| Oh, desire in violent overture | |
| In a crescent white cellar of crushed roses | |
| Pooled blood and broken dolls | |
| A torch lit shadow theater souled | |
| With the echoed cries of lives she stole | |
| Killing time | |
| She struck the hours dead | |
| In her control | |
| Thus menopaused | |
| Her clock of hacked out cunts | |
| Began to toll | |
| Thirteen chimes of ancient strain | |
| I conjure forth with dirge, aah | |
| That fills the void with timbered pain | |
| To fulfill my sexual urge | |
| KillOh, frights came wailing from the dark side | |
| Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes | |
| Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber | |
| Bespattered and appeased | |
| As pregnant skies outside bore thunder | |
| YeaHow sleep the pure | |
| Desire in violent overture | |
| Desire in violent | |
| As when high winds | |
| Attune whipped trees | |
| Her savage nature pitched | |
| Would once again conduct the pleas | |
| Of those she loved to agonies | |
| As if it were | |
| The first time every night | |
| That she carved her seal | |
| In the flesh of life |
| zuò cí : Cradle Of Faith, Dani | |
| Nights came trailing ghost concertos | |
| Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows | |
| Playing torture chamber music allegretto | |
| Conducting overtures, over throes trashed to crescendo | |
| Skinless the dark shall scream | |
| Hoarse her symphonies | |
| Death mashed as the moon | |
| That had lifted her dreams | |
| And frowned on the winding steps down | |
| To where the vulgar strayed | |
| Taunting sick her tender prey | |
| She glided in her bridal gown | |
| How sleep the pure | |
| Desire in violent overture | |
| An emanation of phantom madness | |
| The countess beheld in shroud | |
| By girls bereft of future vows | |
| Soon to wed in white the frosted ground | |
| Burning like a brand on the countenance of | |
| GodA yearning took her hand to his seraphic | |
| Deep red hissed the cat whips | |
| On the whim of every will | |
| Whilst she entranced incomprehensible incomprehensible | |
| YeaHow sleep the pure | |
| Desire in violent overture | |
| Oh, desire in violent overture | |
| In a crescent white cellar of crushed roses | |
| Pooled blood and broken dolls | |
| A torch lit shadow theater souled | |
| With the echoed cries of lives she stole | |
| Killing time | |
| She struck the hours dead | |
| In her control | |
| Thus menopaused | |
| Her clock of hacked out cunts | |
| Began to toll | |
| Thirteen chimes of ancient strain | |
| I conjure forth with dirge, aah | |
| That fills the void with timbered pain | |
| To fulfill my sexual urge | |
| KillOh, frights came wailing from the dark side | |
| Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes | |
| Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber | |
| Bespattered and appeased | |
| As pregnant skies outside bore thunder | |
| YeaHow sleep the pure | |
| Desire in violent overture | |
| Desire in violent | |
| As when high winds | |
| Attune whipped trees | |
| Her savage nature pitched | |
| Would once again conduct the pleas | |
| Of those she loved to agonies | |
| As if it were | |
| The first time every night | |
| That she carved her seal | |
| In the flesh of life |