The band has broken free from its original niche by courting mainstream publicity. This increased accessibility has brought coverage from the likes of Kerrang! and MTV, along with frequent main stage appearances at major festivals such as Ozzfest, Download and even the mainstream Sziget Festival. They have sometimes been perceived as Satanic by casual observers, even though their outright lyrical references to Satanism are few and far between; their use of Satanic imagery has arguably always been more for shock value than any seriously held beliefs.
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Studio albums/EPs
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (1994)
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein (1996)
Dusk and Her Embrace (1996)
Cruelty and the Beast (1998)
From the Cradle to Enslave (1999)
Midian (2000)
Bitter Suits to Succubi (2001)
Damnation and a Day (2003)
Nymphetamine (2004)
Thornography (2006)
Godspeed on the Devil's Thunder (2008)
Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa (2010)
Evermore Darkly (2011)
The Manticore and Other Horrors (2012)
Hammer of the Witches (2015)
Dusk... and Her Embrace - The Original Sin (2016)
Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay (2017)
Cruelty and the Beast (Re-Mistressed) (2019)
Existence Is Futile (2021)
Absinthe With Faust
Cradle of Filth Lyrics
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Into crystal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kissed catharsis
Let us pitch to the seven year itch
Of the ultra-decadent
To a tainted world and the painted girls
Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes
Sipping the bizzare, tasting copious dreams
A toast to those most sacriligeous of days
Where for every whim won
One soon repays
We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned
The damned
We have spent our time
Drenched in opulent splendour
But when midnight chimes
Will gilded souls surrender?
Let us drink on the giddying brink
Of pools of excrement
All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz
Mephistopheles lent
I remember the night as if it were engraved
In a bright marble bridge stretched across dark waves
To the shore from the moon and by Her grace
Came that erudite stranger
That fucker
Come my friend, to fate let's raise
Two finger shots at this our last soiree
For tomorrow I fear
Swoops all too deadly near
This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate
The song "Absinthe with Faust" by Cradle of Filth is a vividly descriptive and poetic tribute to decadence and indulgence. The lyrics describe the pleasure of imbibing emerald (green) absinthe in crystal glasses, as a means of achieving a spiritual connection through the act of catharsis. The reference to the seven-year itch speaks to the concept of ongoing restlessness and desire for new experiences, particularly among those who are drawn to decadent and taboo behaviors. The "painted girls" symbolize the fleeting beauty and allure of such indulgences, which are ultimately destined to be repaid with consequences.
The song's lyrics also touch on the idea that such indulgences are only temporary, and that ultimately, the soul must relinquish its gilded trappings and face its own mortality. The usage of pools of excrement and all manner of shit portrays the idea of the pleasure of indulgence, even in its extremes. The singer reminisces about a night spent with a stranger, presumably Faust, who invites him to raise his glass in a final toast to fate. The reference to tomorrow being too deadly near, serves to remind the listener that these indulgences come with a hefty price that must be paid.
Line by Line Meaning
Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kissed catharsis
Let us pour the absinthe into glasses and intoxicate ourselves so that we can feel divinely inspired through a cathartic experience.
Let us pitch to the seven year itch
Of the ultra-decadent
To a tainted world and the painted girls
That our fantasies spent
We should make a toast to the fleeting pleasures of the ultra-decadent, who indulge in a world that exists only in our fantasies and are represented by the painted girls.
Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes
Sipping the bizzare, tasting copious dreams
A toast to those most sacriligeous of days
Where for every whim won
One soon repays
We wander through rooms decorated with themes inspired by opium, experiencing strange and abundant dreams. We toast to the days of sacrilege, where every pleasure won comes with a price to be paid.
We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned
The damned
We once felt like we were reaching for the stars, but now we are the damned ones who are laughed at by those very same stars.
We have spent our time
Drenched in opulent splendour
But when midnight chimes
Will gilded souls surrender?
We have spent our lives living extravagantly, but when the clock strikes midnight, will our gilded souls give in to our inevitable fate?
Let us drink on the giddying brink
Of pools of excrement
All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz
Mephistopheles lent
Let us drink and indulge ourselves in the potential disgust of our surroundings, using anything and everything, even the most unpleasant things, to create the illusion of glamour and glitz which is lent to us by Mephistopheles.
I remember the night as if it were engraved
In a bright marble bridge stretched across dark waves
To the shore from the moon and by Her grace
Came that erudite stranger
That fucker
That unforgettable night remains in my memory as if it were permanently etched in a majestic marble bridge that connects the dark waves to the moonlit shore. By the grace of the Moon, an intelligent stranger visited us, leaving us with feelings of both admiration and contempt.
Come my friend, to fate let's raise
Two finger shots at this our last soiree
For tomorrow I fear
Swoops all too deadly near
This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate
Come, my friend, let us raise a two-finger shot in honor of our inevitable fate during our last gathering. For I have a suspicion that tomorrow our doom awaits us, hovering just above the steep cliff that leads us to the entrance of Hell's gate.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ADRIAN PAUL ERLANDSSON, DANIEL LLOYD DAVEY, DAVID JOHN PYBUS, MARTIN F. POWELL, PAUL JAMES ALLENDER
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