Beneath The Howling Stars

Cradle of Filth · 7 音轨 · 193 小节 · 热度 945

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Cradle of Filth《Beneath The Howling Stars》吉他谱:共 7 条音轨(Lecter、Gian、Stuart、Robin、Nicholas),193 小节,时长约 6 分 26 秒,GP5 格式,支持在线播放与打印。

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小简介 Cradle of Filth，这支来自英国於1991年由主唱Dani Filth领军所组成的黑金属乐团，以不同於一般原始黑金属或是残暴黑金属的表达方式，利用Dani Filth特有尖高音式的黑腔搭配交响弦乐与阴暗气氛的背景，詮释著受H..P. Lovecraft深深影响Dani所写出高文学素质的歌词，引领著这股所谓「吸血鬼派黑金属」的乐潮。从1991年「The Principle of Evil Made Flesh」原始杀戮般的吸血狂，到「Bitter Suites To Succubi」重交响气氛的吸血灵皇，Cradle Of Filth热门的情况，不仅从专辑销售量与排行榜不难看出，而他们从Cacophonous公司到Music For Nations公司，乃至现在成为第一个加入主流唱片公司Sony Music的黑金属乐团，更可证明Cradle Of Filth具有多大的魅…

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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

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

Enslaving to the whims of this mistress)

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

As to eclipse

The waltz wound down, transfixed

Devoid of all breath in the air

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.