bathory aria

• cradle of filth in 11 dakkalık şahane şarkısı.
• (bkz: bataria)
• (bkz: elizabeth bathory)
• en goth cradle of filth şarkılarından biridir, iyi gider karanlıkta chandal eşliğinde..
• [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 grief's 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"
  (to peace or hell for company)
  
  my soul to hell for company
• insana yol arkadaşlığı yapan şarkı.. yol dediysek şehirler arası yol değil.. işe, okula, gezmeye, zaman öldürmeye giderken ya da buralardan gelirken içinde bulunduğunuz araç ve kişisel alanınıza tecavüz etmiş insanlardan sizi 11 dakika boyunca uzaklaştıran bir şarkı..
  
  üzerine mini bir katliam animasyonu bile hazırlanabilir.. şarkı ile başlayıp yine şarkı ile bitecek bir dehşet vakti.. ne vakit dinlesem bu şarkıyı hep aklıma geliyor bu animasyon fikri.. iyi ya da kötü bilinmez ama keyif için bile yapılsa harika olurdu diyorum kendi kendime.. tabii bir de animasyon hazırlamak gibi bir yetiye sahip olmak gerekiyor.. iş uzuyor yani.. ya da öğreneceğimiz çok şey var ama bir türlü yeterli vakit ayıramıyoruz..
• benighted like usher, a murder of ravens in fugue ve eyes that witnessed madness adında 3 bölümden oluşan hayvani güzel cradle of filth parçası. 10.58 dkdir. candır can.
  
  şuradan dinleyiniz ( loş ışık yada karanlık tavsiye edilir )