Incluyo a los británicos Cradle of Filth dentro del apartado de Gothic World ya que su estilo musical ha ido variando a lo largo del tiempo, desde sus inicios como banda de Black Metal puro y duro a la que fueron añadiendo elementos del Trash, Death o Gothic, hasta convertirse en un estilo más sinfónico y transparente, lo que les ha otorgado una imagen mucho más conocida y, ciertamente, más comercial (lo que no les favorece frente a los amantes del metal puesto que una de sus bazas es la orgullosa segregación de no ser en extremo conocidos, pero sí admirados por sus fieles).
Nymphetamine, que da también nombre a su álbum editado en 2004, es uno de esos temas que no hemos dejado de escuchar por todas partes y, sin embargo, continúa manteniendo vivo el brillo de la banda...
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A ‘V’ of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt
Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance her to the moon
As we did in those golden days
Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay
Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the bind of your holiness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine