Beneath The Howling Stars Lyrics - Lovecraft And Witch Hearts (the Very Best Of Cradle Of Filth) - Cradle Of Filth

Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring 

Her spinal chill rakes the earth 

Whilst pensive souls at zero sing 

Woebetidings of rebirth 

Under cold stares of Mars maligned 

Near-suicides cross their hearts 

And unborns writhe in tepid brine 

For something wicked this way starts 

Beneath the howling stars 

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Elizabeth, paragon of vice 

Watches the sun set pyres alight 

As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep 

Like spellbound paramours at Her feet 

A chatter of bells without 

Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge 

From sleighs hastened through snow lit red 

Guests espied from the garret ledge 

Great gloomy mirror tell Her face 

She will outblind them all 

That heavenly bodies would fall from grace 

To possess such a lustrous pall 

For beauty is always Cruel 

For beauty is always 

(Let destiny in chains commence 

Damnation under Gods seeking recompense 

Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) 

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As the dance ensued 

Elizabeth's mood 

Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon 

In slick black iciness it grew 

To consume 

The wench Her tower tombed 

Tending to Her costume 

Bore the brunt of the storm 

When the needle askewed 

She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through 

Restored to jaded bliss 

This evisceratrix 

Descended to the ball 

With painted blood upon Her lips 

Passing like a comet so white 

As to eclipse 

The waltz wound down, transfixed 

Devoid of all breath in the air 

Even Death paled to compare 

To the taint of Her splendour 

So rare and engendered 

'Pon the awed throng gathered 

There 

Beneath the howling stars 

She danced so macabre 

Men entranced divined from Her gait 

That this angel stepped from a pedestal 

Had won remission from fate 

By alighting to darker spheres 

Delighting in held sway 

For She was not unlike the Goddess 

To whom the wolves bayed 

"Whilst envy glanced daggers 

From court maidens, arboured 

Who whispered in sects 

Of suspicions abroad 

That Elizabeth bewitched 

See how even now the whore casts 

Her spells upon the Black Count 

Whom Her reddened lips hold fast" 

Tongue unto tongue 

Swept on tides without care 

For the harpies who rallied 

Their maledict glares 

A halo of ravens tousled Her hair 

Chandeliers a tiara 

For passions ensnared 

"Phantasies sexed 

When their eyes, moonstruck met 

Their friction wore a way 

Through the sea of foreplay 

Lovers at first bite 

She an Eve tempted to lay 

Gasping at rafters 

Flesh pressed in ballet" 

But caprice, honours leashed 

She absconded the feast 

To prowl wonderland 

Beasts in hand from the Keep 

Of Feudal dilemma 

Well mantled in furs 

Through cullis to watch 

Dogstars howl at the earth 

On this violent night 

Unholy night 

Winds lashed their limbs together 

As the ether vent its wintry spite 

She wished His kiss on Her frozen landscapes 

To excite the bleak advance 

From castle bowers 

Wherein small hours 

The Devil never came by chance 

A lone charm tied to Her inner thigh 

Sent lusts nova as hooves trod 

Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet 

Were flung to a wayward god 

Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring 

Her spinal chill rakes the earth 

Whilst pensive souls at zero sing 

Woebetidings of rebirth 

Under cold stares of Mars maligned 

Near-suicides cross their hearts 

And unborns writhe in tepid brine 

For something wicked this way starts 

Beneath the howling stars 

Pounding upon the pauper ridge 

Earshot of a hunched beldame 

Elizabeth teased, would He dare to please 

Such elderly loins enflamed? 

To this He feigned a grim disdain 

Playing to Her slayful eye 

But the hag replied 

"This girl that chides 

Will soon be as plagued with age as I" 

Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath 

For Elizabeth's grace could raise 

A flag of truce in burning heaven 

Or the dead from early graves 

Yet still She seethed 

This proud Snow Queen 

Embittered with the cursed retort 

And because He sought Her loves onslaught 

He gutted the crone for sport 

Soon in full moon fever they were wed 

Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed 

Littered with aphrodisiacs 

To tease dynastic union 

And beget them further maniacs 

Elizabeth 

Free reigned, now a Countess 

Outwielded and outwore 

Her title like a favoured dress 

Whilst Her errant Lord 

Whose seasons savoured war 

Stormed black to fell the infidel 

Her embers, tempered, roared.