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.
Full Wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cradle_of_Filth
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)
English Fire
Cradle of Filth Lyrics
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Seven seas writhe for me
From Orient gates to R'lyeh
Abydos to Thessaly
And Sirens sing from stern
But now I cease to play
For I yearn to return
To woodland ferns
Now the tidal are turning
Spurning the darkness
The great purgations of distinguished tours
Are but stills in time
To the thrill that I'm
Once more
Heading to the bedding
Of her English shores
The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails
Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees
And mists clung tight in panic to vales
When Brigantia spoke her soul to me
From Imbolg to Bealtaine
Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts
I heard her lament as season's blent
Together a chimerical beast
Now the tidal are turning
Churning in darkness
The celebrations of extinguished wars
Are but stills in time
To the chill that climbs
Once more
Dreading the red weddings
On her English shores
Gone are the rustic summers of my youth
Cruel winter cut their sacred throats
With polished scythes that reap worldwide
Pitch black skies and forest smoke
And the hosts that I saw there
Drones of carrion law
Drove the ghosts of my forbears
To rove and rally once more
One of her sons from the vast far-flung
Come home to rebuild
The rampant line of the Leonine
Risen over pestilent fields
Now the tidal are turning
Burning in darkness
The salvation of her hungry sword
Shalt spill like wine
From the hills to chines
That pour
Spreading her beheadings
On these English shores
For the hosts that I saw there
Drones of carrion law
Drove the ghosts of my forbears
To rove and rally once more
This is a waking for England
From it's reticent doze
This is a waking for England
Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes
The opening lines of the song English Fire by Cradle of Filth sets the dark and gothic tone for the rest of the lyrics that follow. The seven brides represent the personification of seven sins that serve the singer. The seven seas that wriggle represent his conquests. The singer in the song has travelled from Orient gates to Thessaly, but now craves to return to the woodland ferns where Herne and wild huntress lay. The sudden change of tone in the music and lyrics of the song then indicates a shift in time and situation. The darkness that the singer has encountered in the past has been spurned and paths to hope and glory have emerged. The singer is heading for the English shores once again, and the wind bickered in Satanic mill sails, so the storms are brewing.
The singer now reminisces about the rustic summers of his youth, the harmonious seasons blending together, but now the winter has arrived brutally, and has destroyed everything. The singer sees the ghosts of his ancestors returning to rally against the carriages of law that have driven them to ground. One of Brigantia sons has come home to rebuild the rampant line of Leonine. And the singer sees that the salvation of her hungry sword will spill like wine on the English shores. The hosts that he once saw have come to life, this time to go beyond the rally cries to actual beheadings of those that stand in their way.
Line by Line Meaning
Seven brides serve me seven sins
Seven vices control and serve me
Seven seas writhe for me
Seven oceans are tumultuous for me
From Orient gates to R'lyeh
From eastern entranceways to a sunken city named R'lyeh
Abydos to Thessaly
From an ancient Egyptian city named Abydos to a region in Greece named Thessaly
And Sirens sing from stern
Sirens are singing from the back of the ship
But now I cease to play
But now I stop playing around
For I yearn to return
Because I long to go back
To woodland ferns
To the ferns in the forest
Where Herne and his wild huntress lay
Where Herne, a woodland deity, and his female hunting companion rest
Now the tides are turning
Now the tides are changing
Spurning the darkness
Rejecting the darkness
The great purgations of distinguished tours
The great cleansing of famous journeys
Are but stills in time
Are merely paused moments in time
To the thrill that I'm once more
Compared to the excitement I feel in returning once again
Heading to the bedding
Heading towards the bed
Of her English shores
Of the coasts of England
The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails
The wind quarreled in sails made by the devil
Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees
Eyes glimmered in the depths of thick forests
And mists clung tight in panic to vales
And fog stuck tightly in fear to the valleys
When Brigantia spoke her soul to me
When Brigantia, a goddess of Great Britain, spoke to me
From Imbolg to Bealtaine
From the festival of Imbolg to the festival of Bealtaine
Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts
From the festival of Lughnasadh to the festival of Samhain
I heard her lament as season's blent
I heard her sorrowful song as the seasons blended together
Together a chimerical beast
Together, creating a fanciful creature
Now the tides are turning
Now the tides are shifting
Churning in darkness
Churning in the dark
The celebrations of extinguished wars
The commemorations of wars that have ended
Are but stills in time
Are simply frozen moments in time
To the chill that climbs
To the shiver that rises
Once more
Again
Dreading the red weddings
Dreading the deadly murders
On her English shores
On the coasts of England
Gone are the rustic summers of my youth
The simple summers of my childhood are gone
Cruel winter cut their sacred throats
The harsh winter took away their sacred essence
With polished scythes that reap worldwide
With sharpened sickles that harvest around the world
Pitch black skies and forest smoke
Completely dark skies and smoke from the forest
And the hosts that I saw there
And the armies that I saw
Drones of carrion law
Drones of a law that feeds on dead flesh
Drove the ghosts of my forbears
Forced the spirits of my ancestors
To rove and rally once more
To wander and gather again
One of her sons from the vast far-flung
One of her far-flung children
Come home to rebuild
Come back to rebuild
The rampant line of the Leonine
The powerful lineage of royalty
Risen over pestilent fields
Has risen over fields plagued with disease
Now the tides are turning
Now the tides are changing
Burning in darkness
Burning in the dark
The salvation of her hungry sword
The saving power of her sword, hungry for blood
Shalt spill like wine
Will spill like wine
From the hills to chines
From the hills to narrow valleys
That pour
That flow
Spreading her beheadings
Spreading the decapitations
On these English shores
On these coasts of England
This is a waking for England
This is a call for England to awaken
From it's reticent doze
From its quiet slumber
Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes
So that hope and glory are not considered enemies
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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Rrripped up shore for a manicurrre
Rrreeble dappa deeble dappa di
(Piano interlude)
I hath not misplaced, my, fondance for distaste, the...
Ingallurrre, her scent obscurrre, from the tailor's secrrret brrrewing currre
No, the feeble of darkness in the era of decay!
For the apparrrition in deedle of tweedle di weeble...
This is a title with INGLAND,
mentions fire as well
And in this chant, join me, for INGLAND
This pest, they shall, far away chase from hell
Though the exploitance of INDIANS, it is a heated galore
And this pest shall thus bring such, such commerce to the floor
Anthony Smith
Almost 2019, still listening to these poems of blackness. Love it.
AdornoThugLife
What many people do not see is how great Dani Filth is in writing lyrics. He writes poems and gives them a tune with his dark/black metal.
Kris Upton
Also his vocals.he can split his vocal chords. Very hard to do. Musical genius
Sean The Baptist
The absolute best
Kernom ,
He has talent at his own style good for him.
Jack Wareing Films
Nymphetamine has grown on me, and now it is one of my favorite Cradle of Filth Albums/CDs. English Fire is an awesome song!
Sean The Baptist
My favorite Cradle song of all time. So amazing
Kim Hamilton
I can't pick a fav they are all amazing. This has to be up there though 🤘
Jonathan Davis
2021, and the intro keyboard part just randomly came to my head after hearing this song in my middle school days. I'm now 28 , I'm glad I still remembered the name to this song!
lil ceEz
this shit will never die lol my wife always thinks ive had to much to drink when I start playing this hahah