“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
To Lord upon the slaughter. Like a sword through hissing water. She arose where archers...#Cradle Of Filth
Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars. She was all three wishes Sex,...#Cradle Of Filth
In black Cataracts wouldn't whitewash away. Her filthy smoke stack she burnt me like a...#Cradle Of Filth
Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain. For lying passive in the shadows whilst the...#Cradle Of Filth
