Cradle Of Filth
a dream of wolves in the snow
Ah, listen to them...
The children of the night
What sweet music they make
May dreams be brought
That I might reach
The gentle strains
Of midnight speech
And frozen stars
That gild the forest floor
Through the swirling snow
Volkh's children come
To run with me
To hunt as one
To snatch the lambs of Christ
From where they fall
From where they fall
- :
- Hammer of the Witches
- Total Fucking Darkness
- The Manticore and Other Horrors
- Evermore Darkly
- Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
- Thornography
- Nymphetamine
- Damnation And A Day
- Live Bait for the Dead
- Lovecraft & Witch Hearts
- Bitter Suites To Succubi
- Midian
- From The Cradle To Enslave
- Cruelty And The Beast
- Dusk... And Her Embrace
- The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
- Dusk & Her Embrace
- Vempire Or Dark Faerytales In Phallustein
- Vempire
- Miscellaneous