the twisted nails of faith

• cradle of filthin pek güzel bi şarkısı
  
  sözleri şöyledir;
  
  "mirror, mirror on the wall
  shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?
  for if i shall see thy will be done
  grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue"
  
  three moondials froze in the shadow of six
  as another soul passed to the grasping styx
  clutching their trinket crucifix
  bats blew from caves in a dissonant surge
  omens of corruption from within the church
  a fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth
  
  alone as a stone cold altar
  the castle and its keep
  like faerytale dominion rose
  a widow to the snow peaks
  wherein reclined the countess
  limbs purring from the kill
  bathed in virgin white and like the night
  alive and young and unfulfilled
  
  was it the cry of a wolf
  that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
  of her life as a mere reflection
  (as the moon's in narrow windows caught)
  that opened like dark eyelids on
  the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon
  
  like a siren weaving song
  from the lilt of choirs choking
  where the vengeful dead
  belong...
  
  to the sorceress and her charnel arts
  she swept from ebon towers at the hour of mars
  'neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars
  to unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
  shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there,
  in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared
  
  was it the kiss of the mist
  that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
  lost souls begging resurrection
  from gods upon their forest plinths
  whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win
  remission from despair through a holocaust of sin
  
  in a tongue hilted in invective rectums
  over signs and seals the sorceress prayed
  to death, to rend the slender veil
  that ancient ones might rise again
  
  as shadows swelled
  the countess fell
  to masturbating with her dagger
  as the witch gabbled spells
  cumming heavy roses all the way to hell
  as sudden thunder's grue harangue
  announced two pincered worlds
  
  exuding bane, something came
  with the stench of necrophiled graves
  to these clandestines
  who shrank from glimpsing horror
  that the growls of mating houls inclined...
  
  resplendent
  in pendants
  (natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns)
  a demons, bewinged, bedight
  in scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run
  an arctic tongue upon her vulva
  where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
  glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
  receiving sole communion from the body of christ
  
  "if blood is what thou carves, foul fiend
  i will yield this witch to thee
  if thou wouldst draw a veil for me
  o'er lengthening scars of age and grief"
  
  as the demon slavered foetid vows
  and bore his prey away
  in talons itching to perpetrate
  the nausea of eternal rape
  the sorceress screaming in his grasp
  spat a final curse to stain
  the countess with the promise
  that her lord at war would be cruelly slain
  
  and she would rot.
  alone
  insane.
  on the twisted nails of faith.
• küçükken uzun araba yolculuklarında cruelty and the beast dinlerken çalmaya başladığında kasetçaları ileri sardığım bir şarkıydı. başlangıcından çok korkuyodum. diğeri için (bkz: venus in fear)
• 4:11'den itibaren efsaneleşen şarkı;
  
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4bz3i7wubo
  
  albümde desire in violent overture'la birlikte en iyi şarkıydı.