“Gilles adored her drama. Her suit of pure white armour. Blazed against the English in a torrent of light.Quote by Cradle Of FilthTopics: Quotes about Cradle Of FilthShare on:FacebookPinterestWhatsApp
Her penultimate sighs called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears.#Cradle Of Filth
Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. 'By command of the king of Heaven' Came...#Cradle Of Filth
As they rallied onto night a cancer fled his soul Dissolving...She made him click without...#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
