Texty:
Cradle Of Filth Serpent Tongue

But no seed passed those fruitful lips (Serpent tongue) For fearing her who grasped, he slit (Serpent tongue) Her throat from ear to where she fled (Serpent tongue

Preklad: Cradle Of Filth. Serpent jazyk.

come to grips His undivine attention won She deftly spun From 'neath His thrusts to writhe above In ecstasy Pendulous She swung As if her limbs imbibed His tongue

shadows revolt At the incest of spiritual love Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts Spatter virginal breasts with their blood The iron tongue of midnight