Monday Metal Massacre: Cradle of Filth’s  “Heartbreak and Seance” (Official Video)

 In the finest tradition of horror, many Death and Black Metal music videos tell and show us the dark side of humanity and of the madness and horror that lurks in the darkness. Every Monday, the Dedman will bring you yet another video to showcase the talents of those that screech and scream about the things that lurk in deeper recesses of our souls! Today’s featured band is Cradle of Filth, and the name of the song is “Heartbreak and Seance” from the album Cryptoriana – The Seductiveness of Decay (2017).

Released: September 22nd, 2017
Genre: Extreme Metal
Length: 52:53 (Deluxe Edition: 65:25)
Label: Nuclear Blast Records

“Heartbreak and Seance” by Cradle of Filth (Lyrics)

Before the wall is caved, our temple
Pressed upon the face of England we were suffering
To nothing less than the matter of a socialist test raid
Dagger in the peace wicked time disdained
Then empires saw much more to gain

The crown discounts are lost
Like a knot, count the cost
These numbers felt like water
The dead and dying on route to slaughter
Valen-times we’ve spined entwined
I am sorry that i left you here
In time i will find, the puppet from the other side
So keep a candle burning in your heart that is my shrine

Spilling tears fill a laboratory

Love’s not responding beyond the pyre

The portent is promissory
Prevalence of this Seance in obeisance
To the spirits before Death’s victory

The crown discounts are lost
Like a knot, count the cost
These numbers felt like water
The death and dying on route to slaughter
Valen-times we’ve spined entwined
I am sorry that i left you here
In time i will find, the puppet from the other side
So please accept my kisses through the whispers in the winter morn’

I suffer alone
So far from home watching you from a distance
A shadow persistent to mourn
No time to atone, you vow a renown
Beautifully craven you cut the black raven who’s tower has flown

Spilling tears fill a laboratory

Love’s not responding beyond the pyre

The portent is promissory
Prevalence of this Seance in obeisance
To the spirits before Death’s victory

Winter seems far colder
Without you by my shoulder now this year

I strike at craven thoughts, stood fast
Fighter there, belongs to Christ
The preacher is over borders
And speech will crack upon the order
Hell-blessed I see her with no culture
This is where it ends how the wretchedness forgets
And I’m in the hands of the brat in the blackest night