Funeral Bitch
(专辑: La Grande Danse Macabre - 2001)
The
little bell echoes The
great bell groans This templed city of tombs Where death and grief blooms Fiendish desires in human form, leather clad Black is the
veil, streaming in the
wind Stiletto heels clicking up the
cemetery gates Death among the
dead, haunting mausoleums All this death, oh, joyful sight Naked on a
table of stone Juices dripping from the
wet chaste Excitement of fear and death, It's to me so dear Funeral bitch, the
urge is so strong Funeral bitch, the
night is so long Death life, life as dead and the
sharpness of the
shrieks The
licking tongues of fire, lustful and crushing "I love, pale Beauty, how the
shadows mass beneath the
arches of your brow; Black as they are, those eyes of yours inspire anything but funeral thoughts–" [The first verse of the
English translation of the
1857 poem "The Promise of a
Face" by the
French poet Charles Baudelaire from his book "Les Fleurs Du Mal."] Funeral bitch, the
urge is so strong Funeral bitch, the
night is so long, is so long "For it is written: the
inhabitants of the
Earth have been made drunk with her blood. And I
saw her sent upon a
hairy beast and she held forth a
golden chalice full of the
(filthiness) of fornications. And upon her forehead was written: 'Behold I
am the
great mother of harlots and all abominations of the
Earth.'" [Re-ordered playback of the
first lines of the
1985 film "Howling II: ...Your Sister Is a
Werewolf," which are spoken by the
character Stefan Crosscoe, played by Christopher Lee.]