Death Magick For Adepts

This song is about madness, insanity. "Come distortured artists Bitter things seek meaning Even if they're madness to behold "

It's about the people who see more than meets the eye, and combined (as almost every track on Midian) with the theme of the end-of-the-world, it makes a killer track.

The last part is about when these mad people (allegorically, of course) leave the shore (which could be society) to completely indulge themselves into insanity. "And bereft of compass, star or more" - whitout the guide of science "Few at the prow, most slave below" - no leaders, just madmed doing their own thing, "Painting coal, a perfect gold" - working with falsariums and illusions, and also vanity.

The last part of this song is so awesome. It gives me such a great mental picture when of a ship of pirates or something that sail around destroying everything in sight. Then a huge storm comes in and when they say

"Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade Sinks, dashed by seismic waves..."

The guitar kicks in and sounds almost like waves crashing around. It's great. CoF fuckin rules.

This song is amazing.Doug Bradley adds so much atmosphere with his Pinhead voice.Gians guitar work here is the best on the album.Awesome song.

I love the organs & keyboards of this song, especially towards the middle of the song. This is possibly their most dark album yet. THeir recnt one Damnation is their heaviest I think.

This is going to get me some flames for sure. Remember, this is a personal opinion. I am not calling a spade, "a spade." Alright. This is about the wonderful way we are destroying the planet. So we should be whipped out. Part one: The Trespassing into hell. We have quotes of people just dying to discover something new. Literally. This can translate to scientists who were willing to take any risks to learn something new about the world. Eventually we grow miserable without the opium of religion and more greedy due to resources that are more accsessable. Science leads to the seven deadly sins.. therefore science leads to hell. Part Two: The Rape of Mother Nature. Well, that's self explainitory. Part Three: The Ship Full of Fools Sinking. Aw, tragedy.. we all die because of science. Also note that "painting coal a perfect gold." This refers to alchemy. With what we know of alchemy, it causes very nasty things to the alchemists, like radiation poisoning. So what do we have here? People willing to whipe themselves out for the sake of science. A very good metaphor for my version of the song.

This song is incredible, everything Cradle does is amazing. When i first read the lyrics i got the same interpretation as DavidSpoon.

lol @ spyder one I see what you mean dude...hahaha

Thats an interesting take on this song, DavidSpoon. I agree with you in some parts, and it's given me more to think about.

It is also, in my opinion, about some artists and art, perhaps what they think? (Heironymous) Bosch and Brueghel are old artists, whose works could be called "dark oils"... they paint metaphorically dark scenes in oils. Bosch painted a triptych called "The Garden of Earthly Delights" in which one panel was titled "Hell", and Brueghel painted "The Triumph of Death". I don't know who Gova is (could somebody please tell me?) but I assume he is an artist similar to Bosch and Bruegel.

That's what I've decided about the song, I've not gone deep into analysing it, but those are the bits that strike me... and of course, the bit about the raping of nature, self-explanatory, as DavidSpoon says.

Cradle of Filth is the best fucking band ever.

i tried to find something on Gova and could get nothing...

Actually, thats a misprint....the bit in the lyrics where it says "Gova" here, Dani actually sings "Goya" as in Francisco Goya. Towards the end of his life, Goya lost his hearing and that combined with the constant wars and death in Spain (at the time) caused his work to become more dark and insane, a collection that became known after his death as "The Black Paintings". Of these, "Saturn Devouring his Son" is probably best known.