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Cradle Of Filth
Cradle Of Filth


Background information
Origin Suffolk, England
Genre(s) Extreme metal
Years active 1991—present
Label(s) Roadrunner Records
Sony Music
Metal Blade Records
Peaceville Records
Music for Nations
Associated acts Abigail Williams
Dimmu Borgir
Old Man's Child
Brujeria
Anathema
Angtoria
The Blood Divine
Imperial Vengeance
My Dying Bride
Orbs
Website Website
Members
Dani Filth
Paul Allender
Dave Pybus
James Mcilroy
Martin Marthus Skaroupka
Ashley Ellyllon
Former members
Nicholas Barker
Stuart Anstis
Sarah Jezebel Deva
Robin Eaglestone
Adrian Erlandsson
Damien Gregori
Charles Hedger
Martin Powell
Gian Pyres
Benjamin Ryan
Paul Ryan
Was Sarginson
Les Smith
Rosie Smith



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Cradle Of Filth Lyrics

"Absinthe With Faust" lyrics


Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kisses catharsis

Let us pitch to the seven-year itch
Of the ultra-decadent
To a tainted world and the painted girls
That our fantasies spent

Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes
Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams
A toast to those most sacrilegious of days
Where for every whim won
One soon repays

We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned
The damned
The damned
The damned

We have spent our time
Drenched in opulent splendour
But when midnight chimes
Will gilded souls surrender?

Let us drink on the giddying brink
Of pools of excrement
All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz
Mephistopheles lent

I remember the night as if it were engraved
A bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves
To the shore from the moon and by her grace
Came that erudite stranger
That fucker

He was a predator, creditor cold
Our blood was shone on the yellowing scroll
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything
And for it all lost our souls

Come my friend, to fate let’s raise
Two finger shots at this our last soiree
For tomorrow I fear
Swoops all too deadly near
This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate

We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned
The damned
The damned
The damned

He was a predator, creditor cold
Our blood was shoved on the yellowing scroll
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything
And for it all lost our souls
Our souls
For it all lost our souls
Our souls

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