Under Huntress Moon - Cradle Of Filth

With the snow fallen thick

And bonfires alit

And shooting stars portents of rips

I ascended to spur

A mere glimpse of murmur

From her precious celestial lips

Be it sun to your moon

Be it moon to your sun

Together we promised to come

With a turn of the screw

And a slip of the tongue

We eclipsed one another undone

Through the mist, through the woods

With the night-wraiths I’ve stood

Atop murderous peaks calling you

On storm-lashed beachheads

Where the fisherman dread

The things your bewitchments accrue

Those deep creatures bring

Her cut diamond rings

A girl with a pearl necklace her

Advancing in fevers

Tsunamis and myrrh

Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr?

She lights the skies

Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean

To spite her thighs

That Lucifer snuck inside

And with his pride

Enclaves were upgraded to Goshen

So paradise

Could shine from out her skirts

I adorn myself at dusk

With ornaments to close the noose

A kiss as red as blood and cold as hell

My body glows with lust

Anemic as the flag of truce

I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell

With every twist I cannot resist her

Fertile female mind control

This wanton witch, white rapids sister

To whom I pour my wine and soul

And here we go again

From a copse of black yews

Where the moon was drawn through

Like a sword through a Gordian knot

She descended to me

Claiming swift victory

Over the heart I had near soon forgot

With every kiss this huntress whispered;

Yield to my sweet embrace

One night of bliss.

I could not dismiss her

Once her beauty shot me a darker face

You mesmerize my soul Diana

You mesmerize my soul