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Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light
A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas
Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed
To the ravenous wolves that the elements led
From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease
Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)
Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born
On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed
A tragedy crept to the name Bathory
Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
Grew so dark as this sylph
None more cold in repose
Yet Her beauty spun webs
Round hearts a glance would betroth
She feared the light
So when She fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed
Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel
(And possessed of such delights)
For ravens winged Her nightly flights
Of erotica
Half spurned from the pulpit
Torments to occur
Half learnt from the cabal of demons
In Her
Her walk went to voodoo
To see Her own shadow adored
At mass without flaw
Though inwards She abhored
Not Her coven of suitors
But the stare of their Lord
"I must avert mine eyes to hymns
For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin
He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites
With Him undead for three long nights"
Elizabeth listened
No sermons intoned
Dragged such guilt to Her door
Tombed Her soul with such stone
For She swore the Priest sighed
When She knelt down to atone
She feared the light
So when She fell
Like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed
Her decorum as chaste
To this wolf of the cloth
Pouncing to haunt
Her confessional box
Forgiveness would come
When Her sins were washed off
By rebaptism in white
The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths
'Pon the grave of Her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder
From a whisper to a scream
All sleep seemed cursed
In Faustian verse
But there in orgiastic Hell
No horrors were worse
Than the mirrored revelation
The She kissed the Devil's phallus
By Her own decree
So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare
On winds without prayer
Stigmata still wept between Her legs
A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
She sought the Sorceress
Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair
Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die
For the throat of Elizabeth
Damnation won and urged the moon
In soliloquy to gleam
Twixt the trees in shafts
To ghost a path
Past the howl of buggered nymphs
In the sodomite's grasp
To the forest's vulva
Where the witch scholared Her
In even darker themes
"Amongst philtres and melissas
Midst the grease of strangled men
And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen
Elizabeth came to life again"
And under lacerations of dawn She returned
Like a flame unto a deathshead
With a promise to burn
Secrets brooded as She rode
Through mist and marsh to where they showed
Her castle walls wherein the restless
Counted carrion crows
She awoke from a fable to mourning
Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep
Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung
Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry
The biblical prattled their mantras
Hexes six-tripled their fees
But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed
And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light
A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas
Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed
To the ravenous wolves that the elements led
From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease
Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)
Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born
On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed
A tragedy crept to the name Bathory
Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
Grew so dark as this sylph
None more cold in repose
Yet Her beauty spun webs
Round hearts a glance would betroth
She feared the light
So when She fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed
Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel
(And possessed of such delights)
For ravens winged Her nightly flights
Of erotica
Half spurned from the pulpit
Torments to occur
Half learnt from the cabal of demons
In Her
Her walk went to voodoo
To see Her own shadow adored
At mass without flaw
Though inwards She abhored
Not Her coven of suitors
But the stare of their Lord
"I must avert mine eyes to hymns
For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin
He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites
With Him undead for three long nights"
Elizabeth listened
No sermons intoned
Dragged such guilt to Her door
Tombed Her soul with such stone
For She swore the Priest sighed
When She knelt down to atone
She feared the light
So when She fell
Like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed
Her decorum as chaste
To this wolf of the cloth
Pouncing to haunt
Her confessional box
Forgiveness would come
When Her sins were washed off
By rebaptism in white
The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths
'Pon the grave of Her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder
From a whisper to a scream
All sleep seemed cursed
In Faustian verse
But there in orgiastic Hell
No horrors were worse
Than the mirrored revelation
The She kissed the Devil's phallus
By Her own decree
So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare
On winds without prayer
Stigmata still wept between Her legs
A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
She sought the Sorceress
Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair
Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die
For the throat of Elizabeth
Damnation won and urged the moon
In soliloquy to gleam
Twixt the trees in shafts
To ghost a path
Past the howl of buggered nymphs
In the sodomite's grasp
To the forest's vulva
Where the witch scholared Her
In even darker themes
"Amongst philtres and melissas
Midst the grease of strangled men
And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen
Elizabeth came to life again"
And under lacerations of dawn She returned
Like a flame unto a deathshead
With a promise to burn
Secrets brooded as She rode
Through mist and marsh to where they showed
Her castle walls wherein the restless
Counted carrion crows
She awoke from a fable to mourning
Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep
Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung
Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry
The biblical prattled their mantras
Hexes six-tripled their fees
But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed
And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally
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My interpretation of the literal meaning of the song, after listening to it over a hundred times since 1998:
• The countess gives birth to a deformed child ("On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed") and her men go out ("a black carriage was drawn … Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed") to get the infant Elizabeth as a replacement baby, meanwhile murdering her biological mother ("Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed to the ravenous wolves").
(Admittedly this is not explicitly said, but I don't think the "came deformed" part makes sense otherwise given that the rest of the song and album makes the case that Elizabeth is supernaturally perfect and beautiful.)
• Elizabeth grows up "under austere, puritanical rule" but even from young age she has violent sexual fantasies, e.g., she is turned on by seeing prisoners being whipped (after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled, never were her dreams so maniacally cruel and possessed of such delights).
• A priest lusts after the thirteen-year-old Elizabeth ("For She swore the Priest sighed when She knelt down to atone" - "this wolf of the cloth pouncing to haunt Her confessional box"). The priest sexually abuses Elizabeth ("When Her sins were washed off by rebaptism in white") although it is implied that she was in some sense a willing participant ("She sacrificed Her decorum as chaste" - "She kissed the Devil's phallus by Her own decree", which I don't think means the literal Devil at this point but rather either the priest or the concept of embracing sin).
• Note that the next song on the album (Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids) also refers to Elizabeth being "raped of faith" by "Her confessor, whose caress she'd know".
• After the act ("Stigmata still wept between Her legs") Elizabeth then seeks out a sorceress/witch. Perhaps the "nine twisted fates" gamble ("threw hewn bone die for the throat of Elizabeth") which one is to be hers, and Damnation wins, and shows her a path to the witch who teaches her black magic ("the witch scholared Her in even darker themes"). (It is not clear whether this happens physically or in a dream/vision, but it doesn't really matter since the end result for Elizabeth is the same.)
• The following morning "She awoke from a fable" (the fairytale with witches, which she likes) to "mourning" (~morning): the priest had cut off his own genitals and committed suicide by hanging himself from the church bells: "Church bells … tolled by a priest, self-castrated and hung". (It is not clear whether this event is directly related to the black magic: the priest could just have felt guilty about the sin he has committed, which would also explain the self-castration. The next song on the album does, however, say that "the dark had marked its dominion, spaying the confessor".)
• Everyone else was shocked by this ("the biblical prattled their mantras") "but Elizabeth laughed": at age thirteen ("thirteen Autumns had passed") she now felt free from the oppressive and hypocritical faith: "She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally".
• Of course there is plenty of symbolism and provocative imagery in the lyrics overall, but in context to the entire concept album (Cruelty and the Beast) about Elizabeth's life, I think taking the above as having literally happened in the album's story makes sense. Note that I make no commentary about the historical accuracy of any of this – the song is obviously a work of fiction so I don't think that's relevant.
i always called them cradle of piss... they're as fake as the every other "goth" out there
eat shit and die.. who gives a fuck if they're "goth".. cradle of filth is real. see them live and you'll know.
Cradle Of Filth are the best band going! vpipkt can suck these nuts!!!
Brilliance...
fuck you vpipkt you're nothing if you could say that about COF , they fuckin rule!!!
i feel that this song is about elizabeth bathory and her transform into a "vampire." and as for vpipkt, that moron obviously doesnt know real music if it kicked him in the ass!!!he probably thinks orgy and marilyn manson is real goth music.
nope, your wrong. it's about a girl (elizabeth) who is 13 (13 autumns) who goes to confession one day and gets raped by the preist but she likes it. so now it her until she goes out to find the nastiest sex ever, the sodomy lair isn't even good enough for her and she ends up giving the devil a blow job. the next day she is waken by church bells and she has the preist who reped her hung and casterated "and she was widowed from god and his wrath finally." it drove her mad enough that the preist who raped her made her hate god for what he did, she was raped in his own house and is with the devil now
I would say daithe has it right. Brilliant lyrics, gotta love the old english poetic style.
Following in the tale of Elizabeth Bathory, this song is about Elizabeth finally freed of her husband's bondage. She is now free to begin her horriffic killing spree.
This comment is so historically inaccurate it hurts. I don't know what you mean "freed by her husband's bondage". Do you mean he died? He died in 1604, and Erzsebet had already been killing way before that. It definitely didn't "begin" at that point. It was only at that point that she was finally being INVESTIGATED for the killings. Some people estimated that by 1611 she had killed 100-200 girls, but there was apparently a journal of hers that documented 650 victims. <br /> <br /> If by "freed" you mean her husband going of to the Ottoman-Turkish wars or going to study in Vienna, then maybe, but Count Nádasdy was extremely brutal himself, often impaling opponents of battle, earning the name "The Black Count". When Erzsebet got pregnant by a servant at thirteen, he had the servant castrated and thrown to dogs. So I'm sure he was okay with it.