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Cradle of Filth - Live in Berlin - To Eve the Art of Witchcraft
Live in Berlin
01. Of Mist and Midnight Skies
02. A Dream of Wolves in the Snow / Summer Dying Fast
03. Nocturnal Supremacy
04. Black Goddess Rises
05. The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
06. The Forest Whispers My Name
07. A Gothic Romance
08. To Eve the Art of Witchcraft
09. To Eve the Art of Witchcraft Pt. 2
10. Dusk and Her Embrace
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
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