#Black Nymphetamin

[therevengeofcrows]

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Cradle Of Filth - Nymphetamine

[forgotn1]

I'm revisiting Cradle of Filth's Nymphetamine for the first time in probably 10 years and I get why I loved it when it first came out, but I don't think I'm feeling it quite as much now. It's heavy, but not nearly as much as I want it to be. Which I think is why I ended up getting into Behemoth a few years later. They were very similar, but had the much heavier sound I wanted.

[blackmetallersdoingnormalstuff]

Sorry if you already answered this, but from what country are you from and how did you get into Black Metal?

To your first question, I am American.

I don't think I've ever actually said how I got into black metal tbh and it took me getting into a whole lot of random bands to get there. Let's see, I was really into the likes of Josh Groban and Celine Dion when I was 14ish, but as I made it to high school, but then I saw a clip on the news about Evanescense that captivated me (my little baby bi self also thought Amy Lee was pretty) and when the segment was over, the news anchor was like "oooookaaaaaaay" in a way that indicated she didn't understand it and thought it was weird. This, in my little teeaged brain, automatically made them the most hardcore thing I'd ever heard and therefore I had to have the CD.

From there I branched out to other basic rock and alternative bands, Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, 10 Years, HIM, The Rasmus, etc. Breaking Benjamin opened me up to listening to bands with harsher vocals and HIM and The Rasmus lead me to everyone's first metal band, Children of Bodom. From CoB, I started looking into other metal bands, specifically ones with female vocalists because I wanted a harder, heavier Evanescence, and that eventually lead me to finding Cradle of Filth through their song Nymphetamine with Liv Kristine. From CoF I found Dimmu Borgir and Behemoth and branched out from there.

This was all very organic for me, but to adults in my life it looked like I went from listening to Josh Groban to Darzamat overnight LMAO

So uhhh...Evanescense to black metal pipeline, I guess.

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

🌿💎🎵for the asks 🥰💕

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

My favourite 'at home' outfit is my Munson Motivation Outfit; that is, a pair of black sweats, a Hellfire t-shirt, a flannel which looks like Uncle Wayne's, and Eddie's guitar pick necklace.

My favourite every-day outfit is one of my Ozzy shirts (usually my black and white Crazy Train one) or my Dio shirt, black skinny jeans, black leather jacket, black boots, and my Hellfire battle vest. It's too hot for the two jackets right now and I am grieving😭😭😭

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

Mmm.... I think my resin replica of baby D'Art is really special to me, and my copy of my favourite book. I have two copies of my favourite book; one is signed by the author, but my copy is the one I got first and is therefore the one I am bonded with the most. That thing has seen me at my best, my best, my worst and my worst, and it doesn't judge me for it.

🎵 Last song you listened to?

Nymphetamine Fix by Cradle of Filth.🥰

ask me things!

[diaryofasugarfiend]

Davy x Calypso song list (other than their locket theme obviously)

-Nymphetamine by Cradle of Filth

-Closer by Nine Inch Nails

-Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson (or whatever version you prefer)

-Bleed Black by AFI

-Flowers of Flesh and Blood by Nicole Dollanganger

-Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana

-Porcelina of the Vast Oceans by The Smashing Pumpkins

-Ghost Love Score by Nightwish

feel free to add more.

[yanderelmk]

If I may recommend another song and possibly ask which yanderes would be best: Nymphetamine Fix by Cradle of Filth

This one is definitely for the yanderes who let things fester, and there is not better example of this than Macaque himself. These type of yanderes take your absence from their side and plunge full face-first into the Evanescence type of coping, which is to say fully engrossing themselves within the idea of "Then if I am without your light, let God cast his eyes from my soul, for I will spill the blood of his so sacred children who tore this beautiful, soothing radiance from me. Let me be more animal than man, let me be beast with nothing but his primal instincts left to him. That, above all, is who I become without you." (<--- Random writing I made off the top of my head remembering the era when that stuff was super popular) Very much Fallen Angel vibes with some beautiful goth/emo (unsure which exactly, if not both) to top it all off. "The world is black and cold...like my soul."

[andromedagarcia]

What are some song lyrics you associate with your muse?

Yeah, she's a monster, my compliments. If you wanna love her, just deal with that. She'll never love you, you just look a bit like her dad

Måneskin - Supermodel

She's in love with herself, she likes the dark. On her milk-white neck, the Devil's mark. (...) Well, when I called her evil, she just laughed. Well, cast that spell on me, boo bitch-craft

Type O Negative - Black No. 1

Dum-dum bullets and shoot to kill (...) get down, get undressed, get pretty but you and me we got the kingdom, we got the key. We got the empire, now as then. We don't doubt, we don't take direction

Lucretia, My Reflection - Sisters of Mercy

I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young

Jackie and Wilson - Hozier

Und der Haifisch, der hat Tränen und die laufen vom Gesicht doch der Haifisch lebt im Wasser so die Tränen sieht man nicht

Haifisch - Rammstein

Fóllame sin amor, quiéreme luego. Es un placer esto de arder en tu fuego. Me siento un fénix y vuelvo a nacer, preparado para ganar y perder

Natos y Waor - Cicatrices

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

Cradle of Filth - Nymphetamine Fix

You've been playin' around with magic that is black but all the powerful magical mysteries never give a single thing back. You've been daddied by all the dudes that were not dad and all of those dads never gave you the things that you should have had

It ain't always what it seems when you cling onto a dream, it ain't always there to please you

Ghost - Kiss the Go-Goat

[official-mistah-j]

REIGN WAS MY RX FROM A WANNA-BE HARLEY

he was a man

that said he aint straight

idek

cover up

or cover girl

who f****** knows

a friend of hers

got me through

when there was no one

just songs and tears for you

dancing in my head,

the things we did and words we said

but were they my own, the songs i heard

we wre connected

everything

cycling again

morticia smokes but she doesnt use nic

i think its quite lovely

whatever are we

divine

times 3

a foot for a fucking foot

devil box

my passion

says a dream

joker box

making the world

suitable for Enki

my father in Translyvnia Vampire Cour

The necklaces

are to keep

Dracula's ponty teeth

away

from an andreline rushed

artery--

everything will come to pass

again

nothing ever lasts

maybe though

it will be ink

i create from ashes of you

and i will

blacken

everything

and i will still see

you're riding with death

and im so grateful

maybe the only thing

if being able to see you

right now, my emotions tell me im alive

and my pulse quickens

rocking out, gathering crystals and gems

deejeeing and making and doing silly jokes

that belong in museums

but are quickly forgotten

and our lips are locking

cat has my tongue

and i cant sleep

my nymphetamine,from hell are we, not our fault, this unwanted place, a 3d realty, lol.. to 4d, a little better, in our shadow are we, and i like it, you all men dont deserve to see, a friend of them ill always be, ill always choose a goddess over any man,

well

thats kinda embarrassing

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louie did the dishes

samael swept the floor

asmodeus vaccuumed

and satan hid us from the bullets

and jet cursed his woulda been cousin (how cute, our family is being followed ugh by skinwalkers that are more real, more "in the flesh" of a skin walker, you know, clawed hands and points knows, im a man with a heart black as sin, and they said leave that one alone, boy, and they will again, and yes,my sisters youngest son, they never let em grow up, he's a bit of a suck up, but if you believe in santa, you';l get mre presents and in my house, im carolling, cause thats my prison

christmas land

he said i did a good job

with a smile on his face

of handling gifting this year

and things to bake

(though i didnt partake)

im clean off everything,

so much time on my hands

meant to play

and wither things

it screamt she is a bad mommy and shes soory

prolly cause shes really the dad

in heaven and hell and prison and in the well

and between these dimensions inbetween these realms called heaven and hell

you arent the first to see this dream this, scene

she said

"little girl"

and i will forever

guard our dream, no longer dead

using these powers, to bring to life instead

and happy nightmares

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Cradle of Filth – Nymphetamine

[whatoncewasdeadj]

Nymphetamine by CRADLE OF FILTH

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 thy razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb I am 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, a 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 (Keeping Sodom at night at bay)

Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance out 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 am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds 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, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine

Sunsetter Nymphetamine None better Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl

[halfadeckofcards]

Finally got around to drawing Roxy’s tattoos!! If you’re wondering why they never appeared in previous art pieces, it’s because of ✨laziness✨ But now I have a virtual sticker sheet (transparent PNG) of her tats. So I can just slap em on her and go!

Outline of her different tattoos, including those not pictured, and their significance under the cut:

Syringe: NOT PICTURED BECAUSE I FORGOT IT. Inner left forearm. The first professionally-done tattoo she got. Mel dared her to get it when they were in college together, and Roxy agreed. It remains one of her favorite tats.

Fluffy white cat with a top hat: Left bicep. A tribute to her white Siberian cat, Houdini. Another favorite.

Biohazard sign: Left upper arm. A tattoo she received in high school from her then-boyfriend Philip. She had it touched up and fixed by a professional years later.

Henna: Right forearm. Inspired by mehndi or henna “tattoos”, and a nod to the Indian side of her family.

Barbed wire: Encircling her upper arms and thighs. No real reasoning aside from “it looks neat”

(sic): Nape of her neck. A reference to Slipknot – one of her favorite bands – and their song “(sic)”

Eyeball with bat wings: Chest. Roxy calls it the “my eyes are up here” tattoo. She got it while drunk once but doesn’t necessarily regret it. If you wanna see her naked, you’ve gotta deal with the weird shit too, okay? Whole package and all that.

“Nymphetamine” and hearts: Under her ribcage. A reference to Cradle of Filth – the band who got her into metal – and their song “Nymphetamine Fix”

Black widow and web: Left hip and upper left thigh. No real reasoning

Philip: Right thigh, just above the barbed wire tattoo. The name of her high school flame Philip. Got the tattoo from him way back then, and he got her name tattooed on him as well. They had grand, childish dreams of running away from their dissatisfying small-town lives together once high school was done. As soon as they graduated, though, Philip dipped, and Roxy never saw him again. She had the name crossed out when she got the syringe tattoo.

[beginagain--]

Cradle Of Filth To Headline Damnation 2024

Cradle Of Filth have been announced to headline this year’s Damnation Festival.  The Brit black metal legends will top the bill at Manchester Bowlers Exhibition Centre on November 2 with a special “old school ritual performance”, marking 30 years since their The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh debut and 20 since Nymphetamine.  On the announcement, festival organiser Gavin McInally says: “Cradle Of…

[jay8080627]

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 loneliness

I could always find the right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision in my heart, that barless prison

Discolors all with tunnel vision, sunsetter, nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition, this lust is 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 out 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

Discolors all with tunnel vision, sunsetter, nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition, this lust is vampyric addiction

To her alone in full submission, none better, nymphetamine

Sunsetter, nymphetamine

(Nymphetamine)

None better, nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine

Nymphetamine girl

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine

My nymphetamine girl

Nymphetamine by cradle of filth

[cosmic-whorror]

Wow anyone remember nymphetamine? I was just listening to HIM and got blasted off into middle school again.

banger