Gilles adored her drama. Her suit of pure white armour. Blazed against the English in a torrent of light. — Cradle Of Filth Armour Copy Share Image
Visions and ambition never listened to submission and she was on a mission from the highest above. — Cradle Of Filth Dreams Copy Share Image
Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness and would you ever soon. Come above unto me? — Cradle Of Filth Loneliness Copy Share Image
Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. 'By command of the king of Heaven' Came the death of love. — Cradle Of Filth Death Copy Share Image
All through eed September with skies fire-paved. I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones. — Cradle Of Filth September Copy Share Image
Christening stars I remember the way. We were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. — Cradle Of Filth Christening Copy Share Image
Where will you be when they're vilifying? How will they see when the truth is blinding? — Cradle Of Filth Blinding Copy Share Image
Lifting with truth and then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven. Leaving her screams breaking my heart and in the… — Cradle Of Filth Breaking heart Copy Share Image
For once upon a time from the binds of your lowliness. I could always find the right slot for your sacred key. — Cradle Of Filth Time Copy Share Image
In black Cataracts wouldn't whitewash away. Her filthy smoke stack she burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide. — Cradle Of Filth Black cat Copy Share Image
A lover hung on her death row. I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like Cupid's bow. Whose arrows hungered meat. — Cradle Of Filth Death Copy Share Image
Evanescent like the scent of decay I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days. Ran amok and forged… — Cradle Of Filth Despair Copy Share Image
Sick and weak from my condition. This lust, a vampyric addiction. To her alone in full submission...None better — Cradle Of Filth Addiction Copy Share Image
To Lord upon the slaughter. Like a sword through hissing water. She arose where archers sought her. For the death of love. — Cradle Of Filth Love Copy Share Image
Where will you be when they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocence there? Where will you be my… — Cradle Of Filth Innocence Copy Share Image
Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars. She was all three wishes Sex, sex, sex. — Cradle Of Filth Narcissus Copy Share Image
Cold was my soul untold was the pain. I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. — Cradle Of Filth Cold Copy Share Image
Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A 'V' of black swans on with hope to the grave. — Cradle Of Filth Hope Copy Share Image
Come back to me for I was born in love with thee so why should fate stand in between. — Cradle Of Filth Fate Copy Share Image
Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom. On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound. — Cradle Of Filth Burning Copy Share Image
Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying. — Cradle Of Filth Dying Copy Share Image
Her penultimate sighs called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears. — Cradle Of Filth Sighs Copy Share Image
Fold to my arms hold their mesmeric sway and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days. — Cradle Of Filth Golden days Copy Share Image
The blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets. Where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in… — Cradle Of Filth Narrow streets Copy Share Image
Of rat in fact with every Rome inside me. Licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. — Cradle Of Filth Psychology Copy Share Image
From the fairest of handmaidens to a slick perverted wraith...Nymphetamine — Cradle Of Filth Perverted Copy Share Image
Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain. For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns. — Cradle Of Filth Disdain Copy Share Image
As they rallied onto night a cancer fled his soul Dissolving...She made him click without desire and in his eyes she swam… — Cradle Of Filth Swam Copy Share Image
Six feet deep is the incision in my heart, that barless prison. Discolours all with tunnel vision…Sunsetter — Cradle Of Filth Deep Copy Share Image
Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey. Back in the forest where whispers persuade. — Cradle Of Filth Prey Copy Share Image
