Medusa And Hemlock

Cradle of Filth · 6 音轨 · 168 小节 · 718 次浏览

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Cradle of Filth《Medusa And Hemlock》吉他谱:共 6 条音轨(Charles、Paul、Dave、Adrian、Rosie、Rosie),168 小节,时长约 4 分 4 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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Dim the lights, wrong the rites

Toss the puerile cross away

We are gashing from a venomous womb

Burning bright, dead of night

Pyres stain a milky way

Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon

In the Samhain mist

With the five fold kiss

For every soul returning

From the fecund abyss

Where nature's travesties congregate

With a stone cold wish

To see the wicker man burning

The wind, she whispers

Through the graveyards of our hearts

Wreathed in dreams

As she weaves her witchcraft

We breathe, enamoured

Of the conquering dark

Medusa and Hemlock

Harvest past, fires cast

Ashen shades this Halloween

We are set now to Beherit the earth

Widdershins, death begins

To fashion fete to gallow scenes

Sprits rising to discredit rebirth

In the Samhain mist

With the five fold kiss

For every soul returning

From the fecund abyss

Where nature's travesties congregate

With a stone cold wish

To see the wicker man burning

The wind, she flitters

Through the forest of our hearts

Wreathed in leaves

As she weaves her witchcraft

We breathe, enamoured

Of the conquering dark

I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair

Plot your face, then ascending marble stares

You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair

Tasting my blood

That runs from worming tongue like prayer

Under pagan veneer snakes a fear

That makes the stars

Grieve, just to be

Uncharted on this eve

When part of me chars a path

Through your heavenly constellations

Medusa and Hemlock

Back to black, hinges crack

Rituals call obscenities

Sheets of demons rush insanity skies

Tread the salt; the dead exult

Preachers beg our clemency

Seeking warmth in humanity's eyes

We who kept the candle by the vault

We who kept the candle on the cult