Cradle Of Filth - Midnight Shadows Crawl To Darken Counsel With Life Lyrics






[Narration:]
"Sometimes I beheaded them
with daggers, with poniards, with knives
Sometimes I suspended them in my room
from a pole or by a hook and chords and strangled them
And when they were languishing
I committed with them the evils of the flesh"

The evening air laps thick about
The stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims
As dusk now slips away
Where taught to run, the rotten tongue
Of a hotter Götterdämerung
Has started licking like a flame

Whispers in the dismal mist
Are full of crystal promises

Black rites begun in earnest
Ignite Hell's hungry furnace

Behold the bold inauguration of the darkside
Demonic passions climbing
Ill-fated stars aligning

Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master
The tide of blood is rising
His gifts will be providing

Unmasked, the phantom lord De Rais
Haunts the furthest tower
Wherein death has sucked the hour

There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay
And drooling razors next to come
Unspool red secrets from the young

The moon grinned full, the games were chaste
When the children first arrived
Now midnight shadows crawl apace
To darken counsel with their lives

Flesh and ecstasy as sport
Are immortal vices of the highest order
Wherein devilry holds sway
Behind blind walls where these cockatrice squalled
Their songs of Necronomicon
Spoke out of Gilles De Rais

Each murdered son, each frozen rose
Handpicked, was gently fed
To the sumptuous one in black and those
Whose lives were thrown in with the dead

The candles lit, the stage was set
As it was in sainted days
When censers swung and banners hung
On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine

Now the castle floats in the drifting fog
Torn from it's moorings
Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell
As innocents entreat a shifting God
Their voices soaring
On a silver tide to heaven
On a knife edge as they fell

The blade would plunge in virulent arcs
Such wounds would stretch away
By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks
Of the monster Gilles De Rais

Gilded Gilles De Rais

Comets vomited
The restless bells of crime
Peeled back skin from broken bones
Of angels cut from the nicks of time

Festering faces with painted eyes
The prettiest kept to be thrust inside
Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side
Caked in kissed goodbyes

Days faded in decay
The stench of perfume lied
No horror in the glades of man
Was left for Barron to provide

So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart
And it's sordid, morbid crack
No further atrocity could possibly surpass
Unrewarded, bored, he turned his back





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  1. M.... R....

    7:52 I taught him how to do that drum roll

  2. A.... A....

    "Sometimes I beheaded them
    with daggers, with poniards, with knives
    Sometimes I suspended them in my room
    from a pole or by a hook and chords and strangled them
    And when they were languishing
    I committed with them the evils of the flesh"

    The evening air laps thick about
    The stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims
    As dusk now slips away
    Where taught to run, the rotten tongue
    Of a hotter Götterdämerung
    Has started licking like a flame

    Whispers in the dismal mist
    Are full of crystal promises

    Black rites begun in earnest
    Ignite Hell's hungry furnace

    Behold the bold inauguration of the darkside
    Demonic passions climbing
    Ill-fated stars aligning

    Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master
    The tide of blood is rising
    His gifts will be providing

    Unmasked, the phantom lord De Rais
    Haunts the furthest tower
    Wherein death has sucked the hour

    There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay
    And drooling razors next to come
    Unspool red secrets from the young

    The moon grinned full, the games were chaste
    When the children first arrived
    Now midnight shadows crawl apace
    To darken counsel with their lives

    Flesh and ecstasy as sport
    Are immortal vices of the highest order
    Wherein devilry holds sway
    Behind blind walls where these cockatrice squalled
    Their songs of Necronomicon
    Spoke out of Gilles De Rais

    Each murdered son, each frozen rose
    Handpicked, was gently fed
    To the sumptuous one in black and those
    Whose lives were thrown in with the dead

    The candles lit, the stage was set
    As it was in sainted days
    When censers swung and banners hung
    On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine

    Now the castle floats in the drifting fog
    Torn from it's moorings
    Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell
    As innocents entreat a shifting God
    Their voices soaring
    On a silver tide to heaven
    On a knife edge as they fell

    The blade would plunge in virulent arcs
    Such wounds would stretch away
    By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks
    Of the monster Gilles De Rais

    Gilded Gilles De Rais

    Comets vomited
    The restless bells of crime
    Peeled back skin from broken bones
    Of angels cut from the nicks of time

    Festering faces with painted eyes
    The prettiest kept to be thrust inside
    Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side
    Caked in kissed goodbyes

    Days faded in decay
    The stench of perfume lied
    No horror in the glades of man
    Was left for Barron to provide

    So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart
    And it's sordid, morbid crack
    No further atrocity could possibly surpass
    Unrewarded, bored, he turned his back

  3. B.... ....

    This is the most brutal song Cradle Of Filth ever made period!

    B.... ....

    Have you listened to Lord abortion? Perhaps that song may change your mind

  4. T.... M....

    9. Midnight Shadows Crawl To Darken Counsel With Life


    [Narration:]
    "Sometimes I beheaded them
    with daggers, with poniards, with knives
    Sometimes I suspended them in my room
    from a pole or by a hook and chords and strangled them
    And when they were languishing
    I committed with them the evils of the flesh"

    The evening air laps thick about
    The stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims
    As dusk now slips away
    Where taught to run, the rotten tongue
    Of a hotter Götterdämerung
    Has started licking like a flame

    Whispers in the dismal mist
    Are full of crystal promises

    Black rites begun in earnest
    Ignite Hell's hungry furnace

    Behold the bold inauguration of the darkside
    Demonic passions climbing
    Ill-fated stars aligning

    Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master
    The tide of blood is rising
    His gifts will be providing

    Unmasked, the phantom lord De Rais
    Haunts the furthest tower
    Wherein death has sucked the hour

    There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay
    And drooling razors next to come
    Unspool red secrets from the young

    The moon grinned full, the games were chaste
    When the children first arrived
    Now midnight shadows crawl apace
    To darken counsel with their lives

    Flesh and ecstasy as sport
    Are immortal vices of the highest order
    Wherein devilry holds sway
    Behind blind walls where these cockatrice squalled
    Their songs of Necronomicon
    Spoke out of Gilles De Rais

    Each murdered son, each frozen rose
    Handpicked, was gently fed
    To the sumptuous one in black and those
    Whose lives were thrown in with the dead

    The candles lit, the stage was set
    As it was in sainted days
    When censers swung and banners hung
    On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine

    Now the castle floats in the drifting fog
    Torn from it's moorings
    Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell
    As innocents entreat a shifting God
    Their voices soaring
    On a silver tide to heaven
    On a knife edge as they fell

    The blade would plunge in virulent arcs
    Such wounds would stretch away
    By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks
    Of the monster Gilles De Rais

    Gilded Gilles De Rais

    Comets vomited
    The restless bells of crime
    Peeled back skin from broken bones
    Of angels cut from the nicks of time

    Festering faces with painted eyes
    The prettiest kept to be thrust inside
    Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side
    Caked in kissed goodbyes

    Days faded in decay
    The stench of perfume lied
    No horror in the glades of man
    Was left for Barron to provide

    So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart
    And it's sordid, morbid crack
    No further atrocity could possibly surpass
    Unrewarded, bored, he turned his back

  5. J.... ....

    "...and when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh". I love how emotionlessly he says that. Yeah, I'm a monster, what of it?

  6. g.... ....

    Omg i was sitting in my car and when i first heard the song i recognized the opening line from an actual serial killer's confession....gilles de rais! Awesome!!!

  7. A.... ....

    best song off this album. it really captures the feel of the albums concept and the life and crimes of Giles De Rais
    and one person dislikes it.... they obviously dont have a clue....

    A.... ....

    i love this song. if u dont like something it doesnt mean u dont have a clue. i dont like all songs in the world too and im sure same counts for you ;)

    A.... ....

    AllChemystery I heard a documentary about him and I think he was a victim of a witch hunt

  8. d.... r....

    awesome band!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! been fan since 98!!

  9. R.... E....

    grande cradle of filth conchetumare

  10. J.... B....

    +Fallon The same way that is used to call those moans of yours a music, My dear...

  11. J.... B....

    "Disclaimers: i do not own This band...". CoF Rule, nobody owns The lords...

  12. L.... B....

    I adore this song and band!

  13. M.... ....

    @ 0:19 I hear "Not enough"

    M.... ....

    Metal-Max1991 It's "Fucked them in the asshole" played backwards. Adds to the creepy atmosphere lol.

    M.... ....

    All I hear is "I'm sure you had enough"

  14. G.... ....

    part of the song dude

  15. C.... M....

    lol I wonder that too

  16. A.... M....

    thanks for the upload the album

  17. F.... ....

    How can this be called music?

    F.... ....

    Fallon músic Is just the arrangement of sound AND silence in Time,the rest Is a personal opinion,ITS a matter of alinement,vibration,emotion,etc....

    F.... ....

    Vok off

    F.... ....

    Why did you even come here to listen then? Go and listen to your gangster shit or justin beaber!

  18. S.... E....

    ^_____________^ awesome video man! love cradle, yet to get the new album tho...thanx for the upload!