Cradle of Filth – Godspeed on the devil’s thunder (2008)

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Line up
Dani Filth – voz
Paul Allender – guitarra
Dave Pybus – bajo
Martin “Marthus” Skaroupka – bateria

Track list

01. In grandeur and frankincense devilment stirs
02. Shat out of hell
03. The death of love
04. The 13th Caesar
05. Tiffauges
06. Tragic kingdom
07. Sweetest maleficia
08. Honey and sulphur
09. Midnight shadows crawl to darken counsel with life
10. Darkness incarnate
11. Ten leagues beneath contempt
12. Godspeed on the devil’s thunder
13. Corpseflower

CRADLE OF FILTH: New Audio Interview With DANI FILTH

Headbanger’s Blog recently talked with CRADLE OF FILTH frontman Dani “Filth” Davey about the sound of the British extreme metal band’s forthcoming album. The as-yet-untitled CD is a concept record about a legendary serial killer from the 15th Century, Gilles De Rais, a French nobleman who fought alongside Joan of Arc and accumulated great wealth before becoming a satanist, sexual deviant and a murderer. Davey also spoke about the song he wrote for Dario Argento’s new horror film “Mother of Tears”, the horror-themed video he wants to do for the new record and the long-awaited history book he wrote with Gavin Baddeley, “Gospel of Filth: A Bible of Decadence and Darkness”, which he hopes will be out by Halloween — around the time the new record drops.

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A Forest/Dusk and her embrace.

A Forest/Dusk and her embrace (2007)
by Jesse Young

Draped in an allure
T’was thick as to obscure
Entrap and betwixt its prey
She the lowly maiden fair
For whom many hearts despair
Neither her look nor her gaze
Whispered mischievous intent
Playfully naïve minx
Though illustriously aware
Many men claimed to have saw
For time immemorial
She frolicked the woods yore
Nubile forest nymph
Possessive of remarkable flair
But lo! To catch her eyes
She’d tear you to the brink
With her disconcerting incise
In a rare and fleeting moment of surprise
Barely a glimpse would suffice
Decreed to a life sentence
Inclined to chase this maiden fair
Far through all woods of yesteryear
Chasing a blank forgery of a heart
Long since faded, eroded imitation
All but lost to the winding passage of time.