~ ..Beyond These Walls, Condemned To The Gloom Of An Austere Tomb, I Pace With Feral Madness Sent Through The Pale Beams Of A Guiltless Moon.. ~

"are you an angel, or a devil, my beloved vampire..?", asked the scared, little girl




- Želim tebe, kao svoju družicu. - napokon je usmjerila pogled u moje lice. Nisam voljela njenu ozbiljnost, izgledala je kao da će me probosti samim pogledom, ujedno me njime milujući, čemu se ne bih protivila.
- M… mene!? - promucala sam zapanjeno, kao da nisam očekivala želju te vrste, kao da nije bilo očito kakvo je ona biće zapravo unatoč svim klišejima koje je poništavala.
- Kao svoju družicu. - na neki način mi se pričinila uvrijeđenom. - Možeš imati sve za čime žudiš, Mira. - šapnula je okrenuvši se prema naprijed, prekinuvši hipnotički utjecaj svojih očiju. - Sve.
Brzo sam počela odmahivati glavom lijevo-desno tako da mi je čupava, zlatna kosa letjela oko glave poput lavlje grive. Zaustavih se vidjevši kako me opet ozbiljno gleda, smrtno ozbiljna. Posramivši se svoje mahnitosti oborila sam glavu, ubrzo osjećajući kako me grli i ljubavnički privija uz svoje tijelo ohlađeno smrću što je već dugo boravila u njemu, smrću koja nije uspjela otjerati um.
- Ne tražim tvoju dušu, - šapnula mi je kroz kosu kako vjetar šapuće najljepše bajke i najužasnije strave po krošnjama drveća koje su im svjedočile. - želim tvoju prisutnost, imati te uz sebe. - zastala je nakratko mazeći svoj ledeno hladni, mekani obraz uz moj zažareni... što mi je godilo, i gadilo mi se jer mi je godilo, a zvučala je sasvim iskreno. Iako sam htjela osjećati kako nije ispravno biti s njom, nešto ovako ugodno i bezazleno nije trebalo biti grijeh. Malo se odmaknula od mene kako bi me gledala direktno u oči. - Veoma si lijepa, buduća družice… - rekla je uz pojavu sjetnog smješka. Nisam joj vjerovala, nikome ne bih vjerovala jer sam izgledala pomalo neugledno u svojoj staroj narodnoj nošnji, osobito kad sam vidjela kako ona izgleda unatoč svoje jednostavne odjeće, te sam sumnjičavo šutjela.

(...)

- (...) Mi nismo vile. Mislim da smo ono čime si nas prvo smatrala. Vampiri. - objasnila je mirno.
Pozorno sam je slušala bez osjećaja užasa, gnušanja i prezira kakve je u meni inače izazivala ta riječ na "v". Čekajući nastavak, legla sam na sofu u isti položaj kao ona. Gledala me ozbiljno, ali s daškom odsutnosti u očima.
- Rekla bih kako nas se ne moraš bojati, ali očito shvaćaš. Ti se ne moraš bojati. Štoviše, ja sam tvoja zaštitnica, a sve dok je tako, neće ti se dogoditi ništa loše; ni danju, a osobito ne noću. - nasmiješila se zatvorivši oči. Spustila je, do maloprije rukom podbočenu glavu na naslonjač i jednu ruku sklupčala ispod sebe, drugu položila pored glave. - Mira, želiš li što ti nudim? Zauzvrat tražim samo malo tvoje ljubav i prijateljstva, tvoju prisutnost u mojoj blizini kada je budem tražila… - otvorila je sanjive oči, vežući me za njihov sjaj. - Budi moja družica. Znaš što sam, ali biće poput mene nije sasvim biće koje odgovara vašim pričama i predajama, iako ste mnogo zapamtili kroz stoljeća. - govorila je zainteresirano o ljudskome rodu, osjećala sam se kao predstavnica svoje vrste koju prije ovoga susreta nisam bila gledala kao vrstu. - Ima mnogo sličnosti između mene i gnjusnih leševa kakvima se vampiri opisuju. - priznala je. - Izgledam li ti mrtvo? - pitala je ozbiljno. - Ne odgovara sve pričama. - odmahnula je rukom. - U njima je uvijek, gotovo obavezno izostavljeno što je svaki vampir nekoć bio ljudsko biće, kako je osjećao kao čovjek i da kao biće koje sad jest osjeća još više, još mnogo više; za neke bude previše, stoga polude. Istina je kako se hranim krvlju i izbjegavam sunčevu svjetlost. Ne namjeravam svoju prirodu suviše zatajivati pred tobom, ne namjeravam ti lagati. Ne nudim ti samo raskoš ove nastambe, nudim ti i ono što sam maloprije spomenula kako bih htjela od tebe. Samo više nego tražim od tebe. - dok je govorila, njezin glas je odražavao čistu tugu; ne bol i samoću, ne patnju, ne neispunjenu požudu za nečim nedostižnim… već tugu koja boli i grize jer je tuga.
- Ali zašto baš mene…? - bila sam zbunjena tolikom naklonošću jednoga čudnoga, zapravo na lijepi način čudnoga stvora.
- Imam razlog koji ćeš jednoga dana saznati, ne kanim sada govoriti o tome. Nemoj se uvrijediti. Zašto ne tebe? - kao da ju je opet snašla radost. Ni trag tuzi od maloprije. Sama je odgovorila na svoje pitanje tražeći inspiraciju među mojim zbrkanim mislima - Jer si bogobojazna, a ja sam leš opsjednut vragom? - nasmijala se tiho. - Nisam ništa vražje, ne klanjam se Đavolu niti vjerujem u njega. - odmahnula je glavom gotovo dražesno trepnuvši.
- Vjeruješ li u Boga? - upitah oprezno, želeći znati.
- Nikada nisam pripadala tvojoj religiji, nikada nisam učena poštovati ljude koji su umrli za svoja i tvoja uvjerenja. Donekle možda i poštujem one bogove koji su štovani prije Krista. - rekla je nježno, sjećajući se prošlosti.
Ljudi koji su umrli za takva uvjerenja…Mora da misli svece. Bogovi koji su štovani prije Krista? Oprosti Akerashi, nikad čula…, poslagala sam njene riječi u razumljiviji oblik, čudeći im se kako sam se čudila svemu oko sebe.
- Koji će biti tvoj odgovor? - pitala je s iščekivanjem.
- Ne znam, Akerashi. - izgovorila sam njeno ime jer mi je ulijevalo potreban mir, s čijim postojanjem se ona igrala zbunjujući me. - Zaista, ne znam. - priznala sam osjećajući se kao zadnje noći kad me ostavila samu na groblju, no uspjela sam se sabrati bojeći se da se ne ponovi. - Ovdje je lijepo… i draga si mi, ali ne želim napustiti svoju obitelj i vjeru. Osobito ne vjeru. Jednoga dana, kada umrem, rado bih otišla u Raj. - iz mene je ozbiljnim glasom govorilo uplašeno dijete, mala djevojčica koja nije znala ništa. - Ne želim u Pakao kad mi dođe čas. Tebe sigurno ne zabrinjava kuda ćeš poslije smrti, ti imaš vječni život. - bila sam očajna, glas mi je pucao pri samoj pomisli na smrt, osobito na ono poslije smrti.
Da sam je bolje poznavala, iz izraza na njezinu licu znala bih iščitati kako bi mi najradije rekla nešto o paklu kao izmišljotini kojom se plaši ljude i tjera ih na krepostan život.
- Imaš vremena koliko želiš. - odvratila je mirno. - Svoje religije se ne moraš odreći, a ni obitelji. - vratila mi je nadu, koju sam brzopleto prigrlila k sebi, uspravivši se u sjedeći položaj na grimiznoj sofi. - Slobodna si, idi kuda želiš, vjeruj u što želiš, slijedi svoja uvjerenja. Svejedno… samo znaj da bi te se tvoja obitelj odmah odrekla ako sazna kod koga si noćas bila. Ja te se nikad neću odreći, makar me proklinjala ili tjerala u grob, što ćeš vjerojatno činiti, ne odričem te se. - naglasila je zadnje riječi, obećavši njima kako ću biti njena.


Napomena: Izbačeni su dijelovi koji su suviše povezani s ostatkom radnje. Što se tiče mjesta, u prvoj sceni sjede na stepenicama, kasnije su u drugoj prostoriji i svaka je na svome kauču.



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Dark dreams of a broken mind

........an angel with broken wings........

Djevojka izgubljenih snova

Obscure Divine



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CRADLE OF FILTH:

"An Enemy Led The Tempest"

As pride precedes the downfall
So he took His place before the firewall
Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one
Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung

Between forgiveness and the damage done

An electric scent over drear decay
Lent a violent surge to their serenades
Through white glades as His winged parade
Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors

Within vast skies unversed in starkness
His might grew
And blew light hues to grey...
And worse, a third of stars to darkness

Then thunder seethed
And wreathed in thickening night
A line was drawn midst wrong and right
And across the throat of thieves

As love fell choked, the tempest broke
From Heaven's farthest shore
Descending to eclipse all hope
Repentance might stay holy war

He would not heel nor fake a bow
Murmur curses to the wind
Enraged, he raved in balrog howls
Upon a storm firstborn of sin

Incensed anew, rebellious tore
Like frenzied beasts of prey
Through temple doors...
Thrown east before the midnight masses

And where once bliss reigned so serene
In sweeter glades
Now veins ran openly...
Like eyes that shed from kindred ashes

When suddenly
There shone a hideous light
And a voice like three insanities
Soared up in thistled speech

"Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none
And for this grave mistake
How thou art fallen Morning Sun
The proud will be abased"

He would not heel nor fake a bow
Murmur curses to the wind
And lo, the wrath of god swept down...

"Thou art no more an angel filled
With light, but a leech to be abhorred
And thou shalt suffer My burning will"...
Quoth this raven: "Nevermore"

Never fucking more

And with these words like heavy stone
Cast against that gilded throne
With many legions still in tow
He turned his wings to flee
His eyes a picture of distaste
Drawn to tears and in their place
The dawn of time and fates to face
Through all eternity...

I wept for him a deep red river
That ran like blood through scarred ravines
To sluice away the guilt that slithered
Like a serpent tongue to Eve
For once as I, in heaven climbed
Too high for truth to truly see
My sunken mind, drunken and blind
Saw the lie: The fool was Me...

Alone and cold, face to the crack
Beyond the dark gates with no way back
His crown of gold faded to black
Like a bruise upon the heart that lingers

With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths
Of rope to hang high
Ten commandments by...
Snaked about his upraised fingers



DIMMU BORGIR:

"The Invaluable Darkness"

Fear Tomorrow's Adversary
And the wealth of uprising
The final storm will be released
And the unmerciful will erect

Hidden from the eyes of your God
I will proclaim original sin
And have you all purged and purified
From the lies that remain within

Cleansed and draped in sulphur linen
Black and pure since the Beginning

Mercy is not truth
Your sins are next to mine
Mercy is not truth
All your sins are next to mine

My soul's ablaze
Inflamed with rage and isolated
In whirlwinds of hate
My soul's ablaze
Yet camouflaged in the haze

Why did He not see this coming
What did He not understand
One time forsaken
But forgotten I am not

I will win this war
But never the peace
I am my own free spirit
Hence I will not rest



SIRENIA:

"Voices Within"

Darkness drapes my weary eyes
drape the void that grows inside
And I can't take this veil away
I can't find the strength
I tried to shield my scenery
tried to set my mind free
This life has brought me to my knees
Devastation unleashed

Whispers...calling on the wind
Like voices calling from deep within
Shivers...all down your spine
I'm the void that rides your aching mind

Nightfall seems to come my way
and it seems as if to stay
A shadow haunts me from the past
Will it forever last?
A voice is calling in the wind
yon the horizons, and from within
I deem the thought, shall I abide
these ghastly wispers inside?

Whispers...called you on the wind
Like voices called you from deep within
Wither...wane adown the line
I'm the void that rode your aching mind...



ICED EARTH:

"Dracula"

Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in destiny?
True love may come only once in a thousand lifetimes...
I too have loved...they took her from me.
I prayed for her soul....I prayed for her peace

When I close my eyes
I see her face, it comforts me
When I close my eyes
Memories cut like a knife

The blood is the life, and Christ I defy.
My sworn enemy...birth of a new creed.

Is this my reward for serving God's own war?
The blood I've spilled for faith fulfilled.
To damn her, a disgrace, you spit back in my face.
I served you loyally, and you spew blasphemy.

I avenge with darkness, the blood is the life
The Order of the Dragon, I feed on human life

There are far worse things awaiting man than death
Come taste what I have seen
I'm spreading my disease
I will feed upon His precious child
The human race will bleed, they will serve my need.

I avenge with darkness, the blood is the life
The Order of the Dragon, I feed on human life

I am the Dragon of blood, a relentless prince of pain
Renouncing God on His throne
My blood is forever stained

For true love I shall avenge
I defy the creed that damned her



BLIND GUARDIAN

"Under The Ice"

Run
'Til you find the answer
Time out
For our poor Cassandra
She's fairly safe inside the fire

Inside the fire
Awakes desire
Cruelly admired

They'll torture her soul
And they'll torment her heart
But won't change her mind

Would you like to see me
How I'll cut off
Her head life's a game
A lesson to learn
Don't be shy just blame me
Well, there is no
Need to feel ashamed
Remember the oath
Remember the oath

Wake up
It's time to cross the border
Is it true what they say
About the part you've played?

Enjoy your stay here
Welcome to the slaughterhouse

Release from rotten thoughts
No more pain
And no more gods

Under the ice you will believe
Under the ice you will be free
Released from rotten thoughts
No more pain
And no more gods

Please understand
It's not in our hands
Barren the land
It's all dead and gone

And still the tyrant's face is red
So witness my glory, my triumph, my fame
It's the sweetest taste

King of terror just stop wining
Hold your breath it won't take long
Realize this is your judgement day
In between the killing carry on

There are no rules here
Welcome to the slaughterhouse

Release from rotten thoughts
No more pain
And no more gods

Under the ice you will believe
Under the ice you will be free
Released from rotten thoughts
No more pain
And no more gods

Try to understand

You're the artificial enemy
An illusion we all need
For our sake
For our sake

We're not allowed to see beyond that's your skill
Will we ever learn the lesson "We can't fly with broken wings"

Break the chains
Time to change
I'm afraid to say but you won't play a part

It's been nice we now get to the climax
Your destination's unknown
Just get out of my way

Don't mind the blood here
Welcome to the slaughterhouse

Release from rotten thoughts
No more pain
And no more gods

Under the ice you will believe
Under the ice you will be free
Released from rotten thoughts
No more pain
And no more gods

Under the ice you will be free
Released from rotten thoughts
No more pain
And no more gods
And no more gods
(No more gods)

I'm afraid to say but you won't play a part



DIMMU BORGIR

"Dreamside Dominions"

When the ghastly mourners awakens from sleep
And the volant funeral crows are watching
Like evil omens in shadowed murmur
They welcome me again

Agonized and flattered to once become
A part of this horror scenario
I descend with arms open wide

Armoured and filled with painful pleasure
Reflecting streams of monstrous mirages
I will not hide

Losing control in seductive madness
Spiritual revelations, apocalyptic hypnosis
Dead colours appear within unshallow graves
Alone in awe I face abhorrence below

Trapped inside to suffer in silence
Torn apart in mind and sense
Baptized in this nightly glamour-
Rites of splendid essence

Agonized and flattered I once became
A part of the horror scenario
Armoured and filled with painful pleasure
I did not hide

Now when the gates are no longer shut
I withdraw from the light of the sun



CRADLE OF FILTH:

"A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil's Whore)"

Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea
A jewel more radiant than the moon
Lowered Her mask to me
The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire
Would marvel at making their Queen
Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire
And my heart reeled with grave poetry....

From grace I fell in love with Her
Scent and feline lure
And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest
"Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night
She lulled me away from the rich masquerade
And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight"
Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me?
Her icy kiss fervoured my neck
Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach
In a whirl of sweet voices and statues
That phantomed the dying trees
This debauched seductress in black, took me....

In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn
I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre
On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn
Lamented the spectre of Her
Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete
I hungered for past overtures
The curse of unrest and her ardent caress
Came much more than my soul could endure....

I, at once endeavoured to see Her again
Stirring from midnight's inertia
Knowing not even her name
On a thin precipice over carnal abyss
I danced like a blind acolyte
Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine
Suffused with the perfume of night

For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds
In vain that we might meet
When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued
I sought refuge in a cemeterty

Sleep, usher dreams
Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether

Mistress of the dark
I now know what thou art

Screams haunt my sleep
Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together

Lamia and Lemures
Spawned thee leche
To snare my flesh

Portrait of the Dead Countess

Deep stained pain that I had dreamt
Flaunted demise, life's punishment
Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb....

But poised nectar within my stirs
Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search
Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons
Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon
In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels
Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell
To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet
Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette

"Fleeting, enshadowed
Thou art privy to my sin
Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict
The cruel daylights upon my skin?
Dost thou not want to worship me
With crimson sacrifice
So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss
And weep with new-found life?"

Red roses for the Devil's whore....

Dark angels taste my tears
And whisper haunting requiems
Softly to mine ear
Need-fires have lured abominations here....

Nocturnal pulse
My veins spill forth their waters
Rent by lips I cherish most

Awash on her perfidious shores
Where drowning umbra o'er the stars
Ebon's graves where lovers whore
Like seraphim and Nahemah

"Nahemah"

Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest
Blind reason against thee, Enchantress
For I must know, art thou not death?
My heart echoes bloodless and incensed....

Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry
Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me?
On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company
As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves
UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn
In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone
I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet
Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter
silhouette....



BLIND GUARDIAN:

"Age of False Innocence"

Cut off the light, take a look
There's nothing beyond but pain
Suffer in the deepest void
The flame of hope is gone
What have I done?
Denied the father and the son
For a moment it seemed
There's space beyond the spheres

Aflame the night
So clear and bright
Unstable light
(You've been sacrificed in fear)
Now there's one thing for sure
I'm not afraid anymore

Day after day we've been fixed in this bowl for so long
For ages we're captured in shells and crystallized walls

Predestined or punished? By Man or God?

I cannot, I will not
Deny It's false innocence
I cannot, I will not
The age of false innocence
(Take it away from me)

(And) for a while astronomy has moved the Earth
And we've turned around the Sun
(Sanctum Officium)
Has made me believe
Has made me believe
Has made me believe

"We know for sure you're lying
Would you like to mess with holy science
You know the fear of dying
Would it be worth it to hear you crying"
I've slaughtered truth and I've shattered my heart

Far too long I have played with hellfire
And science has turned into madness
But I should have taken it higher
So I feel, so I feel
Like Judas must have felt before
That Wednesday night near by the tree

I cannot, I will not
Deny It's false innocence
I cannot, I will not
The age of false innocence
(Take It away from me)

Day after day we will gratefully suffer for more
Predestined's our part so we bleed in the name of God

Don't believe in their eternity
We're still held in blindness
And I've been turned into a liar
If there is no heaven there won't be release

I cannot, I will not
Deny It's false innocence
(I cannot) I will not
The age of false innocence
(I cannot) I will not
Deny It's false innocence
(I cannot) I will not
The age of false innocence
(Take It away from me)



DIMMU BORGIR:

"The Serpentine Offering"

My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair

Evoked and entertained through centuries
Wrathful and sullen -- Dormant still

The ferocity pervades everywhere
Waiting to be released at last
Hear my offering
Ye bastard sons and daughters
Share my sacrifice
Share my sacrifice.

My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair

Reconcile not with the fear of the snake
But embrace it as your own
Inject its venom into your veins
And replant the seed that gives growth
Still shrouded in mystery
Until you arise above perception
A veil of ignorance is in motion
Continuing throughout generations

(A veil of ignorance is in motion
Continuing throughout multiple generations
Let me be the one that deliver you from the deceit
And back into perfect accordance with the laws of nature)

The snake is notoriously tempting
But the snake is fair
What is worse than not knowing?
To live or disappear?

The ferocity pervades everywhere
Waiting to be released at last
Hear my offering
Ye bastard sons and daughters
Share my sacrifice
Share my sacrifice



ICED EARTH:

"Burnt Offerings"

In one last breath
You'll feel this damned old soul
You'll see the things I see

For all these years
Of pain and sacrifice
You'll know the pain I know

Of all these things
I offer unto you
Infernal wisdom waits

Now unleashed
Like the flames of hate
My sacrifice is made

Every note
And every word you hear
Comes from deep within

An angry soul
That twists and turns inside
Pondering this life

Crimson eyes
Staring through your lies
Awakes the inner rage

Take my knife
Make my sacrifice
You're my burnt offering

Spill your blood
Offer me good omen
Make the sacrifice, the hours close at hand
Burn your soul
Offer me good omen
Take your very life, this I command

Dark shadows fall on this sacred ground
Where true evil lies, summon them to rise
Take the traitors, thieves and liars
Feed them to the fire
But first, spread their blood around
The message will be found
Walk carefully my friends stab my back again
A warning from the sky

These are not idle threats my friends
We're slaughtering the lambs
True vengeance is on the rise
The traitors shall be damned
Cast their bodies to the flames

Spill your blood
Offer me good omen
Make the sacrifice, the hours close at hand
Burn your soul
Offer me good omen
Take your very life, this I command



DIMMU BORGIR

"Reptile"

Glowing eyes, staring eyes
Manifest of evil presence
With entities swept in disease and decay
A fall from paradise beyond redemption

Wrathchild's afterglow

He who speaks of nightly treasures
He who wraps the serpent around my neck
He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice
He who lets me serve and slip away

...and so i will take shelter
In the absence of the light
Hiding like a masked miniature in the dark
A revenant without relief it seems
For the art of becoming a progeny
and to be raised in such curse

Is to forever creep among naive mortals
Infesting the dead in herdes

His grandeur of guidance in roundtrips obscure
He who immerse my hands in sullen thrills
His paths on wich domination linger
He who dares to prove the sanity of mine

He who speaks of nightly treasures
He who lets me serve and slip away

Black unearthly void creatures crawling
Forbidden forgotten fairly underrated
Bastards in the shape of angels holding my hands
Passing me what is left of the wine



SATYRICON

"Havoc Vulture"

Wonder how it would be to be the great Redeemer
the one to bestow upon you life and death
the one to poison you when you're down
or to be the one to hand you the crownofthorns
when your hands are sore
(and) to save you from the everything you care for
Are you bitter when you see how pale you are?
Do you feel hate without direction?
A kind of seed inside you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end one forgets that everything
has to have a greater meaning
An unrecognisable call drags you towards the unspoken word
to suffer Martyrdom for the others
The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to remind you that He exists
Those who wait for His salt with open wounds have a way to go
the shadows of your must rest (first)
Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave when others do it for you?
The force behind the hit can not be mistaken
'cause He's the saviour with magnanimity and
...a light in the dark
Maybe it is intimidating more than lighting the way
where is the road going? To a place where you can wash the blood of your
hands?
Where did the knowing go?... With a saviour to transcendental kingdoms
or to the valley of the forgotten?
behind the vault of the sky's mystery lies a dream
damned or saved, how could we ever know?



CRADLE OF FILTH

"Bathory Aria"

[I. Benighted Like Usher]

Snuffed tapers sighed
As Death left impressing
His crest of cold tears on the Countess

Benighted like ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory shrouded
'Neath griefs dark facade

If only I could have wept
In mourning by Her side
I would have clasped Her so tight
Like storm-beached Aphrodite
Drowned on Kytherean tides

And Kissed Her
For from Her alone
My lips would have known
Enigmas of shadowy vistas

Where pleasures took flesh
And pain, remorseless
Came freezing the breath
Of raucous life hushed unto whispers

Benighted.

Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her soul

[II. A Murder of Ravens in Fugue]

Now haranguing grey skies
With revenge upon life
Gnathic and Sapphic
Needs begged gendercide

Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult

With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in bondage
From light to night hurled
Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......

But soon,
Her tarot proved
Hybrid rumours spread like tumours
Would accrue
And blight Her stars
However scarred
To better bitter truths
Of cold bloodbaths

As bodies rose
In rigid droves
To haunt Her from their
Shallow burials imposed
When wolves exhumed
Their carthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured long
To bare their wounds

To the depths of Her soul they pursued
Wielding their poison they flew
Like a murder of ravens in fugue

And knowing their raptures
Would shatter Her dreams
She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies

So Hallow's Eve
As She received
Like Bellona to the ball
Those enemies
Fell-sisters heaved
Her torturies
Cross stained flagstones
To Her carriage reined to flee

But She knew She must brave the night through
Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a murder of ravens in Fugue

For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares
And even Her dance
In the vast mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her future
If fate feasted there....

[III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness]

In an age crucified by the nails of faith
When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced
With those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of Youth from the pure
Whilst Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to extremes
O'er decades unleashed
Came for blood's silken cure

But Her reign ended swiftly
For Dark Gods dreamt too deep
To heed Her pleas

When Her gaolers were assailed
With condemnations from a priest
Who'd stammered rites
In the dead of night
For maidens staining winding sheets

And She postured proud
When Her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant lips
Though She smelt the fires
That licked limbs higher
To the tortured cunts of accomplices

So ends this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the pyre's bite
By dint of nobled bloodlined birth
Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no respite

Forever severed from the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight

"The Spirits have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"
[Quoted words above are from Hammer Film's "Countess Dracula" (1970). The singer is Imgrid Pitt, the actress who played the role of Elizabeth in that film.]

My soul to Hell for company