
The Spawn of Love and War Cradle of Filth
"The Spawn of Love and War" by Cradle of Filth, released in 2003, is a gothic metal track that explores themes of passion, betrayal, and the intertwining of love and violence. Its intricate melodies and dark, poetic lyrics reflect a tumultuous relationship. The song's dramatic instrumentation enhances its emotional depth. #Metal

Poets racking absinthed brains
Could never fully paint these nights
No martyr parting from his pain
Could utter words so erudite
As those she now divulged to me
In the throes of passion's grip
Indulging latent fantasies
That ran forked tongues along the lip
Of fate's pudenda
The twisted snake's agenda
Now the world would bend
To her deadly legacy
Life's graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight
From the convent at All Hallows Fair
Without contemplating, we fled through the night
Too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care
The Goddess had spoken
And awoken desire
It crackled in the air around us
A psychic force shimmering like fire
And on her breasts. that old necklace
The one I snuck from the fucked Abbess
Whose dirty little secret, other than me
Now shone with bold intensity
Could never fully paint these nights
No martyr parting from his pain
Could utter words so erudite
As those she now divulged to me
In the throes of passion's grip
Indulging latent fantasies
That ran forked tongues along the lip
Of fate's pudenda
The twisted snake's agenda
Now the world would bend
To her deadly legacy
Life's graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight
From the convent at All Hallows Fair
Without contemplating, we fled through the night
Too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care
The Goddess had spoken
And awoken desire
It crackled in the air around us
A psychic force shimmering like fire
And on her breasts. that old necklace
The one I snuck from the fucked Abbess
Whose dirty little secret, other than me
Now shone with bold intensity
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