Bathory Aria: Benighted Like Usher/a Murder Of Ravens In Fugue/eyes Tha Lyrics - Cradle Of Filth

[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 

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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 

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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