The Forest Whispers My Name Lyrics - V Empire Or Dark Faerytales In Phallustein - Cradle Of Filth

Black candles dance to an overture 

but I am drawn past their flickering lure 

to the breathing forest that surrounds the room 

where the vigilant trees push out of the womb 

I sip the blood-red wine 

my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time 

from knowledge drunk from the fountain of life 

from Chaos born out of love and the scythe 

the forest beckons with her nocturnal call 

to pull me close amid the baying of wolves 

where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn 

in the dark, odiferous earth 

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We embrace like two lovers at death 

a monument to the trapping of breath 

as restriction is bled from the veins of my neck 

to drop roses on my marbled breast 

I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves 

and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze 

to learn from the dark and the voices between 

This is my will... 

The forest whispers my name...again and again 

When the moon is full 

we shall assemble to adore 

the potent spirit of your Queen, 

my mother great Diana. 

She who fain would learn all sorcery 

yet has not won its deepest secrets, 

then my mother will 

Teach her, in truth 

all things as yet unknown 

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I walk the path 

to the land of the Dark Immortals 

Where the hungry ones will carry my soul 

as the wild hunt careers through the boughs 

Come to me, my Pale Enchantress 

In the moon of the woods we kiss 

Artemis be near me 

in the arms of the ancient oak 

where daylight hangs by a lunar noose 

and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked 

The principle of Evil 

evolution has been recalled 

Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon 

I stand enthralled 

...In the whispering forest 

"Pale, beyond porch and portal, 

crowned with leaves, she stands, 

who gathers all things mortal, 

with cold immortal hands, 

her languid lips are sweeter, 

than love's who fears to greet her, 

to men that mix and meet her, 

from many times and lands."