“In black Cataracts wouldn't whitewash away. Her filthy smoke stack she burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide.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
Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain. For lying passive in the shadows whilst the...#Cradle Of Filth
The blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets. Where their poison never...#Cradle Of Filth
