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|Cradle Of Filth biography (read more)|
|Official Members Dani Filth- lead vocals Paul Allender- lead guitar Dave Pybus- bass James McIlroy- rhythm guitar Martin Skaroupka- drums Ashley Ellyllon- live keys and backing vocals Cradle of Filth are an English extreme metal band, formed in Suffolk in 1991. The band's musical style evolved from black metal to a cleaner and more "produced" amalgam of gothic metal, symphonic black metal and other extreme metal styles, while their lyrical themes and imagery are heavily influenced by ...|
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|Latest Cradle Of Filth comments|
|28-12-2010 18:04 frawgg|
@ Thirteen Autumns And A Widow
This whole album is about Elizabeth Bathory. Try Wikipedia'ing it. It's a great concept album!
|21-12-2010 17:07 frawgg|
@ Darkly, Darkly Venus Aversa
I love everything about this album, it's great.
|10-12-2010 11:11 frawgg|
@ Cradle Of Filth
Cradle of Filth is the best thing to hit England since Maiden, and I like COF better! Haha.
* offtopic :
Cradle of Filth played as a guest on one of Maiden's shows, and Dani stated that they went on before Maiden, and the fans kept shouting "Maiden" while they were playing
The bands get along, but their fans conflict! Haha.
|09-12-2010 07:27 frawgg|
@ Beyond Eleventh Hour
The eleventh hour, representing the fate of Humankind one foul step from the abyss, passes by as Lilith unveils her Satanic mandate. The path is well and truly paved for the ascension of her true consort, Samael, Lucifer, Choronzon; the Devil himself.
The future is also revealed to Isaac, a road on which he believes he is neither slave nor saviour, but Master of his own destiny, whilst the Goddess becomes all the more maniacal, terrifying in her address and aspect. Torn between two worlds, his mind, already hardened from centuries of indulgence, observes his Mistress aloft on the cusp of her final victory, all pawns in place and no place for him.
He goes before her throne on the astral plane, pledging his eternal love, but no longer his servitude to her unholy cause, leaving swiftly as her storm clouds roil in turmoil behind him.
It is here that we are led to believe Isaac's part in this story ends, whether by the Demon's charity or via her vengeful wrath. The truth is far darker, for his story has merely been a ruse to bide time for Lilith to sink her poisoned teeth into the listener's psyche, for unbeknownst, she has always been one kiss shy from your throat. And now that she has you wrapped in her possession, she will come for you in dreams, making you one of her many sordid playthings. It is then that she'll reap your soul, for Isaac is the narrator of this story, her herald and her consort.
And amassing their children, their perverse kingdom of darkness is hastening to arrive.
'Midnight strikes, the candles sputter
Muttering their reeking spells
I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter
These words I speak are gates to Hell'
|09-12-2010 07:27 frawgg|
@ Forgive me Father (I Have Sinned)
Isaac seeks repentance, begging forgiveness from a higher counsel for the life he has led in Lilith's arms, for he has felt the bitter prick of thorns in her garden of delights. He is only too aware of the coming storm, of the disaster facing Mankind once her blasphemous dark age has been fully ushered in.
In his heart a battle rages between good and evil, love and hate. He succumbs and then triumphs, rises and falls on the tide of her voluptuous whims. Lilith's voice is sweet and anodyne. She is the ultimate seductress and with her words, the honey dripping from her fluid lips, she has always managed to sway his aversions, to sustain his purpose with her. This is a song for anyone crushed beneath the heavy burden of shame. Is guilt so justifiable if one loves the addition? Or is the love affair with danger worth the guilt?
|09-12-2010 07:26 frawgg|
@ Harlot on a Pedestal
Documenting the centuries in her opiate embrace, Isaac has seen a great many things that has sent his mind reeling; horrible, disturbing things that are at times at odds with his spellbound infatuation with Lilith. He has witnessed the incredible power of seduction, of greed, of manipulation, not only from the Goddess, but of the mortal entourage which slathers about them, craving her indulgence, across all continents. He recalls ancient memories of Eden before the Fall, of Sheba, of Egypt, of court life and favours beyond physical and spiritual compare.
He drinks the champagne, one eye on the wine turning black. On the swell of her New Order.
Warm waves of desire wash over him in her presence, but also undulating pangs of nausea and regret. The eternal, dreamlike party is taking its toll as Lilith dominates more and more, high-heel deep in enslavement and depravity, yet her very presence fills him like a sweet caressing drug. His life unfolds as a conflict of opposites, he is madly in thrall to the Goddess, yet a hammered conscience finds him growing weary of the orgies, the intrigue, the bloodlust and riches. Of indeed worshipping such a creature.
|09-12-2010 07:26 frawgg|
@ The Spawn of Love and War
The narrative soon drifts to being the precedence of Isaac and his poetic rantings on Lilith's power.
Infatuated by his consort, his tale is a constant tirade of bewitchment and worship, of living in the sinuous shadow of the snake, of being subject to all of life's most ardent seductions: Wealth, power, youth and beauty, whilst hers is a story that reveals the origins of the treasure so profusely sought after and stolen from the Abbess by Isaac's very own prying hands.
Legend speaks of the necklace being given as a wedding gift to Harmonia, the first -born child sprung from the illicit union between Aphrodites ( the Goddess of Love) and Ares (the God of War), by Aphrodite's estranged and jealous husband, the blacksmith Hephaetus. It was forged to keep the wearer eternally beautiful and young, yet it came at a terrible price; all owners were smitten with a curse that decimated countless generations. During their retreat from the Holy land, the Templars settling at All Hallows Fair raided a temple at Delphi in Greece, where the necklace was taken from an elite sect of priests, sworn at all costs to its protection. For the Knights it was considered just another trinket of war, such was the Templar's sole interest in the continued praise of their idol Baphomet.
Lilith's prize is an eternity of youth and beauty, Isaac's is the return of his speech and a world at his feet. It is not all bad, he sits at her breast through the machinations of her growing empire, documenting her ascent to the favour of world leaders, and the sole head of countless illicit occult organisations.
Her voice is like a serpent behind everything, privy to every carnal desire, every sin, and therein lies is a portent to the weak. Isaac speaks of the many seductions of her lascivious power and it is a warning levelled intently at the listener.
Her nightmare kingdom is arriving,.
|09-12-2010 07:25 frawgg|
@ Lilith Immaculate
A Hymn to her.
Fire is all around. The belfry is in uproar as Isaac and what was once Victoria consummates her carnal empowerment, him a bedazzled fawn, her a bucking silhouette set to flame. As she explodes she drops to suck hungrily from his throat, and swiftly sated on fresh blood, her transformation from girl to Goddess is finally complete.
She is naked save for the necklace, yet it fails to stop her from entering the now-burning convent and murdering every last Nun with unimaginable cruelty.
A true martyrs' death awaits the Abbess though. She is impaled upside-down, arse to mouth and her face set aflame. A very fitting end.
Fleeing the carnage in a delirium of ecstasies as the villagers of All Hallows Fair once again pour to atrocity, they eventually take shelter from the rain in a barn far from the pyre that is now the Retreat Of The Sacred Heart.
It is here that Lilith addresses the bewitched mute, finally revealing her true nature, that only now powerful enough to seek her interests in the affairs of mortal kind, she has arisen, having waited for decades to engage the perfect host for her re-emergence.
Victoria had been steered to become her private vessel. It was only a question of time and the retrieval of the hidden Templar necklace that prevented her from splintering the mirror back into this world. And now she is free, Isaac will learn to worship at her feet, as she intends the whole of existence to. In return, he will have for a lover a Goddess, a woman of unimaginable power and beauty, and together they shall walk the world a blaze of razors.
Isaac is far from disagreement, seduced by a voice that is part precious jewels and shimmering, ethereal fire.
A new Eden awaits,.
|09-12-2010 07:25 frawgg|
@ Deceiving Eyes
A love song. Of sorts.
An unearthly storm ensues, as if the heavens themselves are condemning the tragic actions of this night. Isaac, stealing from the convent under cover of the tumult and with his heart fit for breaking, hurries to free Victoria of her grave, cursing the firmament and heaving her makeshift coffin through the ensuing sludge to the Chapel, where he might once more gaze upon her Angelic face.
He regales the corpse with kisses and regrets, pledging his love and recalling one late Summer day when he tended her weeping wounds after a particularly savage flogging. He forgives her her trespasses despite the suspected catalogue of sins, believing her affection for him shone far above that of her master, the Devil's. And with that he produces a golden necklace, two writhing snakes within whose opposing fangs resides an upturned crescent moon. It is the Templar treasure Victoria and her Mistress so badly sought that he gently clasps about her cold, dead, slender neck.
As he sits and holds her lifeless form by candlelight, admiring the splendor of the treasure against her flesh, he is transfixed by her beauty and the smooth sumptuous curves the lightning that cuts through the window highlights beneath her gossamer winding shroud. Thunderstruck, an act of utter madness ensues, as possessed by a sudden raging desire, he falls upon her, making love to her corpse in a frenzy of blissful abandonment.
Suddenly on the cusp of his passion, Victoria's eyes flicker open with a dark renewed light as she grips him tight and starts working towards her own sinful pinnacle. And those eyes do not lie, Lilith, Queen of Hell, is reborn.
|09-12-2010 07:24 frawgg|
@ The Persecution song
Victoria's erratic behaviour is unhinging obedience in the convent. In the cloisters Demons are envisaged everywhere. A purging of religious fervour ensues. Blame descends on the strange, once-melancholic Nun, whose nightly rites of sexual passage have been observed and at times, similarly enjoyed. Her hormonal impurity is seen as a beacon for sin, an invitation to past masters, thus in order to subdue the brushfire panic rising in her flock's throat, the Abbess orders Victoria's midnight abduction.
Dragged to the miserichord drenched in profanity, she is stripped and forced to endure all manner of degradation before the real torture begins. The pain drives her to the very edge of sanity, the complicit Nuns under Dubois' instruction, fuelled by tales of what the convent used to host, are fanatic and utterly methodical in her abuse. They seek to drive the demon from her.
Still Victoria is resolute. She will not break on their wheels and will not give up her secrets to the needles or fire. Foul are the retorts that fly from her mouth. The mouth of a whore. Her Goddess taught her well, the exorcism fails and possession remains.
Not wishing for her perfect rule to become unstitched, the Abbess finds herself with precious little choice. Blazing with zealotry, Victoria is taken out to the blasted oak, a site of ancient punishment and is hanged from its leering boughs. Lightning tears the sky, the convent's dark windows stretch and laugh and the small conspiratorial group hasten back through the night to their chambers, leaving Isaac, (oft seen as a mute, pliant fool by the nuns), entrusted with the digging of a grave, unaware of his forbidden feelings for the girl. Obsessed with the beautiful dead nymph, he is heartbroken by events and through a silent flood of tears, swears swift and fastidious revenge.