Selling out
I see you sleeping with him, how could you stand to do him?
Where did I go wrong, was something I said wrong?
I dont want to live, not for long
But as I lift the knife, I hear a sweet voice, its a tine
Dont kill yourself stay with me, I will help you elf
Give your mind and soul to me, Ill you get revenge...youll see
I sigh and nod, nothing left to lose
My head grows woozy, and my heart morose
I feel myself falling, falling away from life
I start to struggle, trying to flee, I want to keep my soul and my sanity
Its to late, though, for this struggle, the pressure on my mind doubles
Raped by angels of night, I know I am losing this fight
Cursing you for what might have been, I am being destroyed from within
I can feel my sanity slipping, terror is growing and gripping
Flims of red fall across my eyes, now I can see past your lies
I stand and invite Satan in, welcoming the Father of Sin
Power fills my body, as hatred enters my mind
I slam through the wall into your room
Turning to confront me, you can see what has happened to me
Darkness boils around you, but its to late, I have found you
As I rip off your arms, blood pours on the ground
Your sweet screams fill my ears, my new favorite sound
Tossing your arms aside, I walk to you and you try to hide
I grab you by the throat and start to choke
Pleading with me to stop, I can feel your heart slow
But I am not done, it gets better yet
Reaching inside your mouth, I rip your tounge out
There isnt this fun, to bad birdy, you cant sing
Oh well guess its time to swing
Hung by the tounge, hehe I made a pun, as I hang you up
Well what you get you fucking whore, bad luck
Oh and by the the way hope you like Hell, cause I know will even more
Authors note- (this is someone elses description of a black metal band I
like alot) A cunning sense of dark drama and spectacle looms over their
music like gargoyles that keep watch over a castle; but just as imaginary
as the gargoyle, Cradle of Filth's claims toward evil are poetic. But to
dwell on Cradle of Filth's pomp is merely an overture to the reality of
their sound -- patently evil. Not the sort of evil you learned in Sunday
school, but the evil that is eked out of dusty books and reveals some form
of ancient, forbidden knowledge. Their albums are elaborate, rococo
orchestrations that are closer in construction to a Wagnerian opera than a
rock song. Symphonies of guitars, heavy organ chords and female vocals play
off of wickedly complex percussion. The most unmistakable element of Cradle
of Filth's sound is Dani Filth's vocal acrobatics. He screams piercing
notes that find harmony with your night sweat's shivers, then drops to a
dark, purgatorial growl. His lyrics dwell on typically gothic subjects:
death, eternity, sex, blood and suffering.
Authors other note- Here is my bloody sword of poetic death blackshield!!!
Lol this one was written for you. Basically this is the stuff(the band whos
description is up there) I listen to so u can tell why I like death and
evil things a lot more than normal people would(I thought the description
was awesome!).For those of you who didn't guess its about BB killing
Raven(I luv raven but it was BBs turn to snap). Its not that coherent...but I
had to do it, and you have just scrathed the surface MUAHAH...anyway hope u
liked the poem. Oh y yeah some of you wanted to know what Amor e morte
means, Ravenforever got it right. It means love and death. Laters all
I see you sleeping with him, how could you stand to do him?
Where did I go wrong, was something I said wrong?
I dont want to live, not for long
But as I lift the knife, I hear a sweet voice, its a tine
Dont kill yourself stay with me, I will help you elf
Give your mind and soul to me, Ill you get revenge...youll see
I sigh and nod, nothing left to lose
My head grows woozy, and my heart morose
I feel myself falling, falling away from life
I start to struggle, trying to flee, I want to keep my soul and my sanity
Its to late, though, for this struggle, the pressure on my mind doubles
Raped by angels of night, I know I am losing this fight
Cursing you for what might have been, I am being destroyed from within
I can feel my sanity slipping, terror is growing and gripping
Flims of red fall across my eyes, now I can see past your lies
I stand and invite Satan in, welcoming the Father of Sin
Power fills my body, as hatred enters my mind
I slam through the wall into your room
Turning to confront me, you can see what has happened to me
Darkness boils around you, but its to late, I have found you
As I rip off your arms, blood pours on the ground
Your sweet screams fill my ears, my new favorite sound
Tossing your arms aside, I walk to you and you try to hide
I grab you by the throat and start to choke
Pleading with me to stop, I can feel your heart slow
But I am not done, it gets better yet
Reaching inside your mouth, I rip your tounge out
There isnt this fun, to bad birdy, you cant sing
Oh well guess its time to swing
Hung by the tounge, hehe I made a pun, as I hang you up
Well what you get you fucking whore, bad luck
Oh and by the the way hope you like Hell, cause I know will even more
Authors note- (this is someone elses description of a black metal band I
like alot) A cunning sense of dark drama and spectacle looms over their
music like gargoyles that keep watch over a castle; but just as imaginary
as the gargoyle, Cradle of Filth's claims toward evil are poetic. But to
dwell on Cradle of Filth's pomp is merely an overture to the reality of
their sound -- patently evil. Not the sort of evil you learned in Sunday
school, but the evil that is eked out of dusty books and reveals some form
of ancient, forbidden knowledge. Their albums are elaborate, rococo
orchestrations that are closer in construction to a Wagnerian opera than a
rock song. Symphonies of guitars, heavy organ chords and female vocals play
off of wickedly complex percussion. The most unmistakable element of Cradle
of Filth's sound is Dani Filth's vocal acrobatics. He screams piercing
notes that find harmony with your night sweat's shivers, then drops to a
dark, purgatorial growl. His lyrics dwell on typically gothic subjects:
death, eternity, sex, blood and suffering.
Authors other note- Here is my bloody sword of poetic death blackshield!!!
Lol this one was written for you. Basically this is the stuff(the band whos
description is up there) I listen to so u can tell why I like death and
evil things a lot more than normal people would(I thought the description
was awesome!).For those of you who didn't guess its about BB killing
Raven(I luv raven but it was BBs turn to snap). Its not that coherent...but I
had to do it, and you have just scrathed the surface MUAHAH...anyway hope u
liked the poem. Oh y yeah some of you wanted to know what Amor e morte
means, Ravenforever got it right. It means love and death. Laters all