Cradle of Filth - Queen of Winter, Throned
This still song still slays.
"Fires work in me,
A lithe supremacy
I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies...
Impaler Lord,
Flesh upon the sword!
My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war
I am thirst, spearheaded hunger
Sacrament and pain.
Nails raked in savagery
When the cruel Countessa came!
Exalt!
The Queen of death-white winter enthroned
Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies
Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon
Of Draconian design"