| Song | Death Magick For Adepts |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | Midian |
| 作词 : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
| Come distortured artists bitter things seek meaning | |
| Even if they're madness to behold | |
| Once forbears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming | |
| Now nightmares waken souls that fear the living's toll | |
| Gova Bosch and | |
| Brueghel three times | |
| Moon wise stain thy graves | |
| For words alone are at loss to trace | |
| The face of today's inhuman wraith | |
| One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery | |
| The other a mask of rich red lips | |
| Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed | |
| All damned in this inferno where virgil averts his eyes | |
| From the black mass mutual gang rape | |
| Of ceasing hands an forced divides | |
| Trespass these seven gates to a world blood let to shades | |
| Where seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master's race | |
| In the sewers of | |
| Babylon stillborn to a trough anon | |
| Chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faeces to pearl their cross | |
| Enter penteholocaust | |
| Five aeons past yet still man grasps | |
| At final straws to save his cast | |
| His lord is a leper we shall not want he betrayed us with white lies | |
| His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside | |
| Gutted like fool's paradise gutted on cruel appetites | |
| Holding court to chaos holding to far graver arms | |
| A downfall fatal to all resounds | |
| As orgies peak in self centered psalms | |
| And nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings | |
| A bleak scorched earth necrotica burning | |
| Like the robes we've torn from her | |
| She begs us lay her pain to rest | |
| Lest we are left with nothingness | |
| Save for her stripped and ravished flesh | |
| And if her fate is not portent of apocalypse | |
| Then the comets that graxe nightskies | |
| We'll surely cleanse of wrongs and rights | |
| When you and | |
| I and all else dies | |
| It's rotting down this carcass maggotropolis | |
| Interdependent as worms to the grave | |
| Allah's true name is naught | |
| Christ cannot save | |
| Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps | |
| Spells of regret death magick for adepts | |
| Be prepared to fulfill prophecies | |
| The glorious fall of a sin dynasty | |
| Glutted like fool's paradise, glutted on cruel appetites | |
| We've woven hearts a thorn arbour | |
| Left tear streaked reason upon the shore | |
| And bereft of compass star or more set out for this world's end | |
| Few at the prow most slave below painting coal a perfect gold | |
| But for all it's worth the engines slow dead in the brine again | |
| Come cabin fever sodomy on the bounty prey to phallus seas | |
| That hiss and foam to douse disease a storm roars on the way | |
| Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by death in darkwood glades | |
| Our ship of fools all boards handmade sinks dashed by seismic waves |
| zuò cí : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
| Come distortured artists bitter things seek meaning | |
| Even if they' re madness to behold | |
| Once forbears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming | |
| Now nightmares waken souls that fear the living' s toll | |
| Gova Bosch and | |
| Brueghel three times | |
| Moon wise stain thy graves | |
| For words alone are at loss to trace | |
| The face of today' s inhuman wraith | |
| One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery | |
| The other a mask of rich red lips | |
| Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed | |
| All damned in this inferno where virgil averts his eyes | |
| From the black mass mutual gang rape | |
| Of ceasing hands an forced divides | |
| Trespass these seven gates to a world blood let to shades | |
| Where seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master' s race | |
| In the sewers of | |
| Babylon stillborn to a trough anon | |
| Chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faeces to pearl their cross | |
| Enter penteholocaust | |
| Five aeons past yet still man grasps | |
| At final straws to save his cast | |
| His lord is a leper we shall not want he betrayed us with white lies | |
| His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside | |
| Gutted like fool' s paradise gutted on cruel appetites | |
| Holding court to chaos holding to far graver arms | |
| A downfall fatal to all resounds | |
| As orgies peak in self centered psalms | |
| And nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings | |
| A bleak scorched earth necrotica burning | |
| Like the robes we' ve torn from her | |
| She begs us lay her pain to rest | |
| Lest we are left with nothingness | |
| Save for her stripped and ravished flesh | |
| And if her fate is not portent of apocalypse | |
| Then the comets that graxe nightskies | |
| We' ll surely cleanse of wrongs and rights | |
| When you and | |
| I and all else dies | |
| It' s rotting down this carcass maggotropolis | |
| Interdependent as worms to the grave | |
| Allah' s true name is naught | |
| Christ cannot save | |
| Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps | |
| Spells of regret death magick for adepts | |
| Be prepared to fulfill prophecies | |
| The glorious fall of a sin dynasty | |
| Glutted like fool' s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites | |
| We' ve woven hearts a thorn arbour | |
| Left tear streaked reason upon the shore | |
| And bereft of compass star or more set out for this world' s end | |
| Few at the prow most slave below painting coal a perfect gold | |
| But for all it' s worth the engines slow dead in the brine again | |
| Come cabin fever sodomy on the bounty prey to phallus seas | |
| That hiss and foam to douse disease a storm roars on the way | |
| Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by death in darkwood glades | |
| Our ship of fools all boards handmade sinks dashed by seismic waves |