Cradle of Filth is an extreme metal band formed in Suffolk, England in 1991. Their musical style has evolved from black metal to a blend of gothic metal, symphonic black metal, and other extreme styles. Their lyrics are heavily influenced by gothic literature, poetry, mythology, and horror films. The document provides lyrics to their song "Nymphetamine" which describes a lover and references passion, addiction, and longing.

1. English lesson: 2009-6-10
Topic: Music – Cradle of Filth
Cradle of Filth – The Band
Origin: Suffolk, England
Genre(s): Extreme metal
Years active: Since 1991
Cradle of Filth are an extreme metal band from Suffolk, England, formed in 1991.
They have been embraced and disowned with equal fervour by various metal
communities, and their particular subgenre has provoked a great deal of discussion.
The band's musical style evolved from black metal to a cleaner and more "produced"
amalgam of gothic metal, symphonic black metal and other extreme metal styles,
while their lyrical themes and imagery are heavily influenced by gothic literature,
poetry, mythology and horror films.
Cradle of Filth - Nymphetamine
Evanescent like the scent of decay
I was fading from the race
When in despair, my darkest days
Ran amok and forged her face
From the fairest of handmaidens to
A slick perverted wraith
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2. English lesson: 2009-6-10
Topic: Music – Cradle of Filth
Nymphetamine
Heaving midst narcissus
On a maledict blanket of stars
She was all three wishes
Sex, sex, sex
A lover hung on her death row
I was hooked on her disease
Highly strung like Cupid’s bow
Whose arrows hungered meat
And the blinding flare of passion
In the shade of narrow streets
Where their poison never rationed
All the tips they left in me
Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
I believed
I’d met another kind
Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside me
Licked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind
In black
Cataracts
Wouldn’t whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide
LEAD to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A ‘V’’ of black swans
On with hope to the grave
through Red September
with skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
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3. English lesson: 2009-6-10
Topic: Music – Cradle of Filth
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain...
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt...
fade to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance to the moon
As we did in those golden days
Christening stars
I remember the way
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4. English lesson: 2009-6-10
Topic: Music – Cradle of Filth
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay
Bared on your tomb
I’m a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
From the bind of your holiness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is their incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine)
None better
Nymphetamine
Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
I believed
I’d met another kind
Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside me
Licked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind
In black
Cataracts
Wouldn’t whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide
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