This is definitely my favourite song by Cradle of Filth. It's one of their earlier songs, from an era when black metal wasn't just the same growling and power chords. Black metal's always been different with Cradle of Filth and IMO this is cradle of filth at their best.

Black candles dance to an overture,
but I am drawn past their flickering lure,
to the breathing forest that surrounds the room,
where the vigilant tree's push out of the womb.

I sip the blood red wine,
my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time.
From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life,
from Chaos born out of love and the scythe.
The forset beckons with her nocturnal call,
to pull me closer amid the baying of wolves.
Where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn,
in the dark, odiferous earth.

We embrace like two lover at death,
a monument to the trapping of breath.
As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck,
to drop roses on my marbled breast.
I lust for the wind and flurry of leaves,
and the perfume of flesh on the murdurous breeze,
to learn from the dark and the voices between.

This is my will...

The forest whispers my name...
again and again.

I walk the path to the land of the Dark Immortals.
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul,
as the wild hunt careers through the boughs.

Come to me, my Pale Enchantress.
In the moon of the woods we kiss.

Artemis be near me,
in the arms of the ancient oak.
Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked.

The principle of Evil,
evolution has been recalled.
Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon,
I stand enthralled

...In the whispering forest