All Cradle Of Filth Quotes
- I knew Her lost, wept 'til tears crept back to prayers. Crept
- Come back to me for I was born in love with thee so why should fate stand in between. Born
- Evanescent like the scent of decay I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days. Ran amok and forged her face. Amok
- From the fairest of handmaidens to a slick perverted wraith...Nymphetamine Fairest
- Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars. She was all three wishes Sex, sex, sex. All
- A lover hung on her death row. I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like Cupid's bow. Whose arrows hungered meat. Arrows
- The blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets. Where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. All
- Of rat in fact with every Rome inside me. Licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. Corners
- In black Cataracts wouldn't whitewash away. Her filthy smoke stack she burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide. Black
- Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A 'V' of black swans on with hope to the grave. Black
- All through eed September with skies fire-paved. I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones. All
- Cold was my soul untold was the pain. I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. Cold
- Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness and would you ever soon. Come above unto me? Bared
- For once upon a time from the binds of your lowliness. I could always find the right slot for your sacred key. Always Find
- Six feet deep is the incision in my heart, that barless prison. Discolours all with tunnel vision....Sunsetter All
- Sick and weak from my condition. This lust, a vampyric addiction. To her alone in full submission...None better Addiction
- Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey. Back in the forest where whispers persuade. Charm
- Fold to my arms hold their mesmeric sway and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days. Arms
- Christening stars I remember the way. We were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. Burning
- Her penultimate sighs called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears. Called
- Lifting with truth and then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven. Leaving her screams breaking my heart and in the grip of fire… Breaking
- Where will you be when they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? Darling
- Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying. Dead
- Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain. For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns. Disdain
- Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. 'By command of the king of Heaven' Came the death of love. Came