Title: Embittered
Artist: Evereve
Composer(s): Tom Sedotschenko, Michael Zeissl
Lyric:
So we have left behind
The ceaseless change of seasons
Embittered by the inevitable maelstrom
That draws us towards the fields of winter
Where crows burst out in their scornful cries
And our eyes fall on the realm of much prouder
But nevertheless even sadder creatures
The realm of the stormbirds
Title: Emotional Flatline
Artist: Carcass
Composer(s): Bill Steer, Carlos Regadas, Walker Jef
Lyric:
An emotional void, a cold empty shell
Embittered husk, a heart of darkness
Trace weak pulse, vascular eclipse
Numbed and sapped, emotional paralysis
Flatline, grievous bodily heart
Flatlined, sensitivity bypassed
No tears to cry
Stone cold emotional flatline
Emotional flatline
No tears to cry
With indifference touched of emotion drained
Cold bloody minded, caressing disdain
Pulsating life, only rhythmic dead beats
Terminal cardiac ridden with disease
Flatline, no tears to cry
The hard line, stone cold emotionless flatline
No time to cry
Stone cold emotional flatline
Emotional flatline
No time to cry
No tears to cry
Title: I Would Change My Life
Artist: Nanci Griffith
Composer(s): Robert Earl (Jr) Keen
Lyric:
You never liked this place where we'd been living all along
So, you packed up your things and bought a one-way ticket home
Leaving never hurt as much as being left behind
I would change my life, I would make it right
I would change my life, if you would only change your mind
I have spent my hours on some misbegotten dream
I have spent my money on some foolish hearted things
I have spent my memories on old embittered wine
I would change my life, I would make it right
I would change my life, if you would only change your mind
Birds are flying out to spend the winter time
The skies are turning blue to grey
The fire we started here will soon be burning out
And he gets golder everyday
I wish that I could find the words to make you come back home
I wish that I could say the things you needed for so long
I wish that you could see me now maybe then you'd find
I would change my life, I would make it right
I would change my life, if you would only change your mind
I would change my life, I would make it right
I would change my life, if you would only change your mind
Title: Imitation Is The Sincerest Form Of Battery
Album: The Big Dirty
Artist: Every Time I Die
Composer(s): Jordan Buckley, Keith Buckley, Michael Novak, Andy Williams
Lyric:
Don't try to resist
You're coming with us
Provisions are made
Accommodations have met
Your words are encoded
In the bleak genetics of the mob
Praise apocrypha, omitted offense
To relieve us of guilt but not of our sin
We've sacrificed discourse at the feet
Of your clever turn of phrase
Now you owe it to us
We demand to be taken aback
To be shown the revival of hope
For which your words are responsible
Oh, it's the end of the line
I'm cornered by a precedent
The sneering public eye
My job here is done
My job here is done
You're fucking welcome
Retract the accolade the candid acclaim
Inspiration is cutting its loss
Regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art
You've been fooled again, the red herrings a joke
I've tried so hard to tell you
That I've tapped the well dry
But there's no word
Stay wistful and young
The affected are banking on oblivion
In the drone of embittered hope
And we're sold by the way they wrote it
Oh, it's the end of the line
I'm cornered by a precedent
The sneering public eye
My job here is done
My job here is done
It is better to destroy
Than to create what is meaningless
So the picture will not be finished
Get out of here
Title: Hurt &Amp; Virtue
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Composer(s): Dani Davey, Adrian Erlandsson, Paul Allender, Robin Eaglestone, Martin F Powell, Gianpiero Piras, D Pybus
Lyric:
Distant vistas, swathed in the haze
Of the reddening sunset
Fell to whispers 'neath stars
That marred descending skies
From the cusp of midnight mountains
Wending as a mist
Rebels truced with Feriluce
(In truth, few could resist)
Came praising his hell raising through
The sparse and marble clime
Where Virtue bathed, their ravings made
Her fountains flood with wine
Lifted with the gift
Of their dark seductive songs
She drifted from the path
She was surely set upon
Courting chaos, prized in sight
Of the covering angel, taught in ways of
Smothering another lover
Other than God
Worshiped in each other's arms
Like spider eidolons
The moon conducted like a charm
Those strange attachments on
And this is how they came to be
Dragged before the throne
Through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run
On soft white throats and punctured moans
Though fated now than later
By his tutor that had been
He baited the Creator
With the future he had seen
Of Michael, psyched with jealousies
A Reich right by his side
And worming Man about to be
The apple of his eye
His children lost to free will
And the cost of beaten hearts
Like the night 'twixt vice and Virtue
When her kiss became a scar
Seraph enemies
Why has my lord forsaken my judgment
Am I not free as he
To indulge my darkest fantasies?
From embittered lips
These words were slaved
Split with the whips
Of their witch hunt gathered
He sought her grave
Midst drowning crowds that howled in rage
Blasphemer, blasphemer though she was gone
Not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng
But ghosted back where she belong
A grace embracing Michael
In a lace of tears that bleared his pride
He swallowed, blood followed
Though with spit for all things divine
Though with spit for all things so fucking blind
His seal he tore and to the floor
He threw this tie to heaven
Signifying holy war
And watchful of this sign
A thousand flames, unauthorized
Left celestial posts
To coalesce and, unified
Return their fallen leader
As he turned one final time
And threw a glance
Like a downward lance
That stung like guilt in every mind
Title: Beneath The Howling Stars
Album: Lovecraft And Witch Hearts (The Very Best Of Cradle Of Filth)
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Composer(s): Stuart Anstis, Nicholas Andrew Barker, Dani Davey, Robin Mark Eaglestone, Gianpiero Guiseppe Piras, Keith Leslie Smith
Lyric:
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
Would be tidings of rebirth
Under cold stares of Mars maligned
Near suicides cross their hearts
And unborn writhe in tepid brine
For something wicked this way starts
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh
Beneath the howling stars
Elizabeth, paragon of vice
Watches the sun set pyres alight
As bane and tyranny, her doberman sleep
Like spellbound paramours at her feet
A chatter of bells without
Raise hell hounds, teeth on edge
From sleighs hastened through snow lit red
Guests espied from the garret ledge
Great gloomy mirror tell her face
She will out blind them all
That heavenly bodies would fall from grace
To possess such a lustrous pall
For beauty is always cruel
For beauty is always
Let destiny in chains commence
Damnation under God's seeking recompense
Enslaving to the whims of this mistress
Ohh
As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
In slick black iciness it grew
To consume
The wench her tower tombed
Tending to her costume
Bore the brunt of the storm
When the needle a skewed
She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through
Restored to jaded bliss
In a wonder white dress
Descended to the ball
With painted blood upon her lips
Passing like a comet so white as to eclipse
The Waltz wound down, transfixed
Devoid of all breath in the air
Even death paled to compare
To the taint of her splendor
So rare and engendered
Upon the awed throng gathered, there
Beneath the howling stars
She danced so macabre
Men entranced divined from her gait
That this angel stepped from a pedestal
Had won remission from fate
By alighting to darker spheres
Delighting in held sway
For she was not unlike the goddess
To whom the wolves bayed
{Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arbored
Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad
That Elizabeth bewitched see how even now the whore casts
Her spells upon the Black Count whom her reddened lips hold fast}
Tongue unto tongue swept on tides without care
For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares
A halo of ravens tousled her hair
Chandeliers a tiara for passions ensnared
Fantasies sexed
When their eyes, moonstruck met
Their friction wore a way
Through the sea of foreplay
Lovers at first bite
She an Eve tempted to lay
Gasping at rafters
Flesh pressed in ballet
But caprice, honours leashed
She absconded the feast
To prowl wonderland beasts in hand from the keep
Of feudal dilemma well mantled in furs
Through cullis to watch dogstars howl at the earth
On this violent night
Unholy night
Winds lashed their limbs together
As the ether vent its wintry spite
She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes
To excite the bleak advance
From castle bowers
Wherein small hours
The Devil never came by chance
A lone charm tied to her inner thigh
Sent lusts nova as hooves trod
Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet
Were flung to a wayward God
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
Woebetidings of rebirth
Under cold stares of Mars maligned
Near suicides cross their hearts
And unborns writhe in tepid brine
For something wicked this way starts
Beneath the howling stars
Pounding upon the pauper ridge
Earshot of a hunched beldame
Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please
Such elderly loins enflamed?
To this he feigned a grim disdain
Playing to her slayful eye
But the hag replied "This girl that chides
Will soon be as plagued with age as I"
Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath
For Elizabeth's grace could raise
A flag of truce in burning heaven
Or the dead from early graves
Yet still she seethed this proud Snow Queen
Embittered with the cursed retort
And because he sought her loves onslaught
He gutted the crone for sport
Soon in full moon fever they were wed
Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed
Littered with aphrodisiacs
To tease dynastic union
And beget them further maniacs
Elizabeth free reigned, now a countess
Outwielded and outwore
Her title like a favoured dress
Whilst her errant Lord
Whose seasons savoured war
Stormed black to fell the infidel
Her embers, tempered, roared
