“A lover hung on her death row. I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like Cupid's bow. Whose arrows hungered meat.Quote by Cradle Of FilthTopics: Quotes about Cradle Of FilthShare on:FacebookPinterestWhatsApp
Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars. She was all three wishes Sex,...#Cradle Of Filth
Gilles adored her drama. Her suit of pure white armour. Blazed against the English in...#Cradle Of Filth
Christening stars I remember the way. We were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning...#Cradle Of Filth
In black Cataracts wouldn't whitewash away. Her filthy smoke stack she burnt me like a...#Cradle Of Filth
Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. 'By command of the king of Heaven' Came...#Cradle Of Filth
