To Eve The Art Of Witchcraft - Cradle Of Filth

Crawl in awful stealth to me

Forever a voyeur I’ve been

Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon

So she comes, unseen

Thus speak

The burning seed, in thrust in Eve

And yearning keeps me, captive of desire

Make me as a flower that grows

Forever in your throne

That I might pollinate the world

With darkness as your own

Embrace me in spellbinding eyes

The fire of life that never dies

Tear deeper through my paper wounds

And never leave inside

Love shall consume and bathe the lady

Whom I worship and ride thereon

She will greet me as a serpent

In her dark, secret Eden

And I will always want

For her witchcraft is

Desire… (Desire…)

Desire…

My soul is poisoned from within…

My soul is poisoned from within…

My soul is poisoned…

I crawl with languid guilt to thee

Forever flushed in sin

Lamia, latria I give

My soul is poisoned from within

Wisdom breeds, fecundity

And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire

To Eve I cum…

Sevenfold my passion wrought

To ransack Eden, and to taste the whore

I cling beyond her sabled court

She is a gateway, to that darkness lost

I am the gentle stream

That trickles through the summer glades

Of ever green peace

There we will drink my sleep, and dream…

I am the bleeding sky

The snatching wind of war

Blowing through the savage garden

My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust

Like strings to be pulled, and cut

I will make my puppets dance

The men will bow down before me

To take my flesh as some lucid thoughts

Of dark, unbridled love

I am all these things and more

Thus I await you, nemesis of restraint

The code of life, and the bride of evil itself

Oh, the fevered need for her

When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire

The all-consuming fire

Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch

The tree is plundered but I have the seed

To be sown in thee