| Song | The Forest Whispers My Name |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | Vempire |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Cradle of Filth |
| [00:00.98] | Artist：cradle of filth |
| [00:01.86] | Songs Title：the forest whispers my name |
| [00:02.99] | Black candles dance to an overture |
| [00:49.66] | But I am drawn past their flickering lure |
| [01:11.47] | To the breathing forest that surrounds the room |
| [01:14.78] | Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb |
| [01:18.34] | I sip the blood-red wine |
| [01:21.41] | My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time |
| [01:24.53] | From knowledge drunk from of lifethe fountain |
| [01:26.33] | From chaos born out of love and the scythe |
| [01:29.58] | The forest beckons with her nocturnal call |
| [01:31.64] | To pull me close amid the baying of wolves |
| [01:34.08] | Where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn |
| [01:36.40] | In the dark, odiferous earth |
| [01:37.83] | We embrace like two lovers at death |
| [01:41.21] | A monument to the trapping of breath |
| [01:43.59] | As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck |
| [01:46.52] | To drop roses on my marbled breast |
| [01:48.33] | I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves |
| [01:51.27] | And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze |
| [01:53.77] | To learn from the dark and the voices between |
| [01:56.40] | This is my will... |
| [01:59.96] | The forest whispers my name...again and again |
| [02:08.34] | I walk the path |
| [02:19.01] | To the land of the dark immortals |
| [02:36.94] | Where the hungry ones will carry my soul |
| [02:55.07] | As the wild hunt careers through the boughs |
| [02:57.39] | Come to me, my pale enchantress |
| [02:59.95] | In the moon of the woods we kiss |
| [03:02.51] | Artemis be near me |
| [03:08.51] | In the arms of the ancient oak |
| [03:10.45] | Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose |
| [03:14.07] | And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked |
| [03:15.39] | The principle of evil |
| [03:17.44] | Evolution has been recalled |
| [03:20.26] | Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon |
| [03:23.51] | I stand enthralled |
| [03:25.01] | ...in the whispering forest |
| [03:27.82] | pale, porch beyond and portal, |
| [03:36.07] | |
| [04:08.60] | Crowned with leaves, she stands, |
| [04:10.10] | Who gathers all things mortal, |
| [04:11.35] | With cold immortal hands, |
| [04:12.54] | Her languid lips are sweeter, |
| [04:13.85] | Than loves who fears to greet her, |
| [04:17.51] | To men that mix and meet her, |
| [04:18.70] | From many times and lands. |
| [04:20.26] | A.c. swinburne |
| [04:31.37] | |
| [04:41.26] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Cradle of Filth |
| [00:00.98] | Artist: cradle of filth |
| [00:01.86] | Songs Title: the forest whispers my name |
| [00:02.99] | Black candles dance to an overture |
| [00:49.66] | But I am drawn past their flickering lure |
| [01:11.47] | To the breathing forest that surrounds the room |
| [01:14.78] | Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb |
| [01:18.34] | I sip the bloodred wine |
| [01:21.41] | My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time |
| [01:24.53] | From knowledge drunk from of lifethe fountain |
| [01:26.33] | From chaos born out of love and the scythe |
| [01:29.58] | The forest beckons with her nocturnal call |
| [01:31.64] | To pull me close amid the baying of wolves |
| [01:34.08] | Where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn |
| [01:36.40] | In the dark, odiferous earth |
| [01:37.83] | We embrace like two lovers at death |
| [01:41.21] | A monument to the trapping of breath |
| [01:43.59] | As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck |
| [01:46.52] | To drop roses on my marbled breast |
| [01:48.33] | I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves |
| [01:51.27] | And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze |
| [01:53.77] | To learn from the dark and the voices between |
| [01:56.40] | This is my will... |
| [01:59.96] | The forest whispers my name... again and again |
| [02:08.34] | I walk the path |
| [02:19.01] | To the land of the dark immortals |
| [02:36.94] | Where the hungry ones will carry my soul |
| [02:55.07] | As the wild hunt careers through the boughs |
| [02:57.39] | Come to me, my pale enchantress |
| [02:59.95] | In the moon of the woods we kiss |
| [03:02.51] | Artemis be near me |
| [03:08.51] | In the arms of the ancient oak |
| [03:10.45] | Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose |
| [03:14.07] | And the horned, hidden one is reinvoked |
| [03:15.39] | The principle of evil |
| [03:17.44] | Evolution has been recalled |
| [03:20.26] | Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon |
| [03:23.51] | I stand enthralled |
| [03:25.01] | ... in the whispering forest |
| [03:27.82] | pale, porch beyond and portal, |
| [03:36.07] | |
| [04:08.60] | Crowned with leaves, she stands, |
| [04:10.10] | Who gathers all things mortal, |
| [04:11.35] | With cold immortal hands, |
| [04:12.54] | Her languid lips are sweeter, |
| [04:13.85] | Than loves who fears to greet her, |
| [04:17.51] | To men that mix and meet her, |
| [04:18.70] | From many times and lands. |
| [04:20.26] | A. c. swinburne |
| [04:31.37] | |
| [04:41.26] |