Текст песни Cradle of Filth -  Eyes that witnessed madness   
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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" 
 
My soul to Hell for company