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So that was a big learning curve for me — to try and find the groove and find the dynamic and figure out how everyone works, all through the power of the Internet. It was definitely a baptism by fire for me. And I seem to have a habit of that. Existence Is Futile sees Cradle going all-in on their grand, symphonic elements, weaving a sense of baroque darkness effortlessly into their creepy-crawl heavy metal. Even the most ripping tracks on the record are heavy with a sense of dark melodrama and demonic self-indulgence.
As those who know me know, I absolutely love [baroque composer] Henry Purcell. No regrets! This huge, Purcellian string breakdown. A proper Purcell funeral for Queen Mary. It brings a new life to Cradle, to have someone with that skill come in and be able to do that.
America definitely does things bigger and better when it comes to holiday seasons, especially Halloween. I went to a Walmart, and oh my God, your selection is awesome. I saw this jazz band…it gave me such a feeling of being alive. So to start in the south…blimey, right in the deep end. I can definitely say, my waistline is not getting any thinner.
My stage dress is feeling a bit tight. Do you feel the process of rehearsing and refining this album online due to COVID tested you as a musician? It strangely felt a bit normal! I did my Bachelors and Masters degrees in Music, so being thrown into a situation that felt a bit whoa was quite normal for me.
It was all a very surreal blob of vampire orgies and Internet chat rooms. Wait a minute — oh dear…. For those who know me, I absolutely love birds. I actually read this mortician, Caitlyn Doughty , who does a lot of good thinking about death. It was definitely a band who were on my radar. I knew who they were and their sort of flavor. I remember hearing Cradle and thinking, Ah, that sounds like me!
Once I made it to the venue Butcher Babies were halfway through their set. Ne Obliviscaris is another story. The Australian band was lucky to get on a big U. I heard their performance was amazing, but once again, traffic kept me from witnessing it. COF was in fine form. The group played a good set of music from throughout their career.
An avid metal head for over twenty years, Darren Cowan has written for several metal publications and attended concerts throughout various regions of the U. Post your comments and discuss the article below! I was at this show, the sound was terrible and really low.
Other than that, it was a good show. Not a fan of butcher babies.
The forest whispers my name In the whispering forest [March '93] ["Step by step I create odalisques. Queen Of Winter, Throned Even a man who is pure in the heart And speaks in prayer by night May become a wolf when the wolf's bane blooms And the winter moon is bright" Listen to them The children of the night What sweet music they make Iniquitous I share Carmilla's mask A gaunt mephitic voyeur On the black side of the glass Peering through the mirror Deep dark and ominous Consorting themes, demons I weave Subservience from thee to lost I am Corinthian light A snake in flowers by night The last temptation of christ Evil in mortal Disguise the guilt Sharp-eyed, impassive whore Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor Lure me panthered Faustia With cunt and veiled womb To prowl thy inner sanctum walls In Tirgoviste to resume Control Seduction, my obsessive art A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms 'Midst dreams od robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind Purge Fires work in me A lithe supremacy I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies Impaler Lord Flesh upon the sword My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war I am thirst, spearheaded hunger Sacrament and pain Nails raked in savagery When the cruel Countessa came Exalt!
Nocturnal Supremacy Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper 'pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp?
His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite [June '94] 5.
She Mourns A Lengthening Shadow Hasten to the bridal bed - Underneath the grave 'tis spread: In darkness may our love be hid, Oblivion be our coverlid - We may rest, and nione forbid. Percy Bysshe Shelley 6. Whilst drifting forgs devour All Hallows witching hour On this long, dark seance for the soul Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves Our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid Like fireflies olunge to Her maw, midst crashing black waves "Remember with pride what thou art Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past" When Dark royalties drank of despair Idols hewed down 'neath a desert god's stare In thrall to revenges sworn there What dreams could we father, when farther we fell To nightmare She exudes a lure more animal than human.
Intoxicating chemistry. Baiting masturbators with a dominant handshake. This wicked bitch. Cruella to the bone. Just ties me to her throne. She builts on endless lies. Architect of my demise. Burning with the witching sickness of a tortured sould.
I shudder at her touch so wonderful. Snatch in maiden flight by a savage magnet. She's the boot heel kiss of annihilation. Gilded cunt worship. A world of hormones swarming south. As insects hived in her succulent skull. Make a beeline for the honey mouth. My life once breathed like a ouija board. Just ghosts of "yes" mostly ignored. So i wished for her and like tragedy to came. Dispensing Haterd.
Death emonst us all. The hypnotic guest that permeates the hall. Is a creature who has leached me, beautiful. And beguiling in enticing wishpers. And lest she breaks the fall. Be prepared for shattered miracles. The moonhas never shone so red and terrible. As on that night my madness rose to kiss her. Strife then seethed like a terrible sea.
In the whispering forest [March '93] ["Step by step I create odalisques. Queen Of Winter, Throned Even a man who is pure in the heart And speaks in prayer by night May become a wolf when the wolf's bane blooms And the winter moon is bright" Listen to them The children of the night What sweet music they make Iniquitous I share Carmilla's mask A gaunt mephitic voyeur On the black side of the glass Peering through the mirror Deep dark and ominous Consorting themes, demons I weave Subservience from thee to lost I am Corinthian light A snake in flowers by night The last temptation of christ Evil in mortal Disguise the guilt Sharp-eyed, impassive whore Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor Lure me panthered Faustia With cunt and veiled womb To prowl thy inner sanctum walls In Tirgoviste to resume Control Seduction, my obsessive art A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms 'Midst dreams od robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind Purge Fires work in me A lithe supremacy I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies Impaler Lord Flesh upon the sword My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war I am thirst, spearheaded hunger Sacrament and pain Nails raked in savagery When the cruel Countessa came Exalt!
Nocturnal Supremacy Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper 'pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp?
His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite [June '94] 5. She Mourns A Lengthening Shadow Hasten to the bridal bed - Underneath the grave 'tis spread: In darkness may our love be hid, Oblivion be our coverlid - We may rest, and nione forbid.
Percy Bysshe Shelley 6. Whilst drifting forgs devour All Hallows witching hour On this long, dark seance for the soul Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves Our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid Like fireflies olunge to Her maw, midst crashing black waves "Remember with pride what thou art Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past" When Dark royalties drank of despair Idols hewed down 'neath a desert god's stare In thrall to revenges sworn there What dreams could we father, when farther we fell To nightmare And Her Embrace".
This wicked bitch. Cruella to the bone. Just ties me to her throne. She builts on endless lies. Architect of my demise. Burning with the witching sickness of a tortured sould. I shudder at her touch so wonderful. Snatch in maiden flight by a savage magnet. She's the boot heel kiss of annihilation. Gilded cunt worship. A world of hormones swarming south. As insects hived in her succulent skull. Make a beeline for the honey mouth.
My life once breathed like a ouija board. Just ghosts of "yes" mostly ignored. So i wished for her and like tragedy to came. Dispensing Haterd. Death emonst us all. The hypnotic guest that permeates the hall.
Is a creature who has leached me, beautiful. And beguiling in enticing wishpers. And lest she breaks the fall. Be prepared for shattered miracles. The moonhas never shone so red and terrible. As on that night my madness rose to kiss her. Strife then seethed like a terrible sea. Burial in a life lost prematurely. Classic Poe had no horrors on me. When her claws had dug deep enough.
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein is an EP by English extreme metal band Cradle of Filth, and the first release following their debut studio. View credits, reviews, tracks and shop for the CD release of "Vempire Or Dark Faerytales In Phallustein" on Discogs. the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery yet has not won its deepest secrets, then my mother will. Teach her.