#cradle of filth 2024

[rockattitudegr]

Οι Cradle Of Filth έδωσαν στη δημοσιότητα το νέο τους single “Malignant Perfection” το οποίο συνοδεύει επίσημο βίντεο

[anantaru]

cw. dragoncock, size kink, fem! reader

dragon zhongli who has to fuck you with his fat tip before he can even do anything more than that, your jaw hanging open as he shifts your lower half towards him— his trembling breath on your skin weeping, his nocturnal and safe cradle rounding up this dance of tension as your eyes turn into heart.

it's everywhere, zhongli was everywhere, invading your senses and penetrating your nostrils with his gracious, galvanizing scent— not to mention how sweat and all kinds of fluids were now pooling stickily onto your belly, thighs and cunt. you moan salaciously at the further stretch, sensing a heart beat on your warm sex as zhongli gives you another inch, not failing to see you absolutely loving it with that clouded grin on your lips.

his tip slides deeper and the copious amount of cum surely aided him in that, fueling an additional stretch on you while zhongli stays like that for a while, in you, forcing you to feel his large length push into your walls— the man knows he cannot let you indulge too much though, you'll either get a little greedy or it'll end up being a bit too much for your sweet, little cunt to bear, especially with the way he'd pinch and nudge against the swollen regions inside you with thrilling pressure.

zhongli was massive and a part of him feared that he'd be too much.

your hips roll up to meet his small thrusts, which were pitiful grinds if anything as zhongli looks at how your pussy was swallowing him suggestively, feeling entirely wanton as the sensations cascaded through him with a heady lust that transcended every expectation inside of his heart.

you know that if his fat cock hurts you, he will stop immediately and resort back in fucking you with his thick tip, because of course, zhongli wants you go enjoy it, there was nothing else he wanted more.

he always tells you to take your time until you're used to his shape, his size and his pace— used to his sensual movements which served as an invitation to your body spasming beneath his dominating one.

someone with such experience which zhongli harbored, wasn’t necessarily shy in his doings, not at all, in fact— he's blunt, experienced when he grabs your hips to him and pull his steadily hardening cock against the tight opening of your hole a bit more.

now, halfway through, you show him how obediently your walls throb around him when he fucks you, when he feeds your cunt with his aching erection until it's settled in a position you're pleased in and your legs get all sore, pushing you to a place of pleasure and harmony like anything you had known before.

it felt like it belonged here, just as it felt like you couldn't possibly move your hips anymore by how full you were of him— and his draconic instincts emerge as his eyes glow of divinity and lust, his shaft pushing into every bit of space your hole could offer.

dropping your head back into the pillows, you feel a knot forming in your stomach until it started to scratch and throb in you, yet the sensation of being overcrowded by his cock made it difficult to decide if it was your orgasm building up or if zhongli had already invaded the literal guts of you.

his thick, oozy cum was making the friction nearly unbearable to ignore as it turns you more sensitive— aside from the fact that his seed was impossibly hot, almost as if it was trying to burn through your walls when all it did was turn you needier. it has your body covered in his filth, and your voice was too broken with moans and gasps to form words as you mewl into his mouth with every touch and thrust.

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[ink-n-shadow]

BORED? HERE'S MY THIGH

𝜗𝜚 the one where you're bored and john's watching footy

𝜗𝜚 pairing: john price x gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), thighriding, subtle dom/sub dynamics, brief dirty talk, use of 'pet' as a petname (but no explicit pet play), fingers in mouths

john knows as soon as you clamber up into his lap with just one of his raggedy t-shirts on and nothing else that you're up to something. sure, you play it off by sleepily nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, but john can feel the sticky heat emanating from between your thighs.

“thought ya didn’t wanna watch footy w'me, sweetheart,” john mumbles lowly into your hair and presses a gentle kiss behind your ear, body relaxing comfortably into the leather of his recliner as the weight of your body comes to rest completely against him.

a snorted laugh leaves his chest at the breathy jumble of words you offer in response, one hand coming up to curl around your waist at the way your hips wiggle side to side to wedge one of his thick thighs directly between yours. once you settled yourself down on his thigh, that's when he noticed the sticky mess that waited for him between your thighs—'course you weren't wearin' underwear.

john bounces his leg up in a feigned attempt to sit up straighter in the recliner, smirking at the choked mewl that leaves your lips and shushing you with a hand cradling the back of your head.

“easy, pet. just relax fer me. c’mon—sit down on my thigh,” john croons sweetly in your ear, using the hand he has perched on your hip to ease your hips back down until your bare arousal is flush against the warm, hairy skin of his thick thigh. “take what ya need, sweetheart.”

which leads to you rutting eagerly against the pudgy corded muscle branching up john's thigh, hiding your teary face into the crook of his neck to avoid the humiliation crawling up your spine. sure, hiding away in the crook of john's neck let you avoid his the condescending cock of his brow and the mocking pout he gives you, but it doesn't do anything to stop the absolute filth from pouring out of his mouth. it doesn't stop his hands from slithering up your oversized t-shirt, the calloused tips of his fingers immediately finding your peaked nipples and groping the flesh there.

"if ya needed me t' fuck ya, could've just asked me, y'know?" john mutters with a few clicks of his tongue as he uses one hand to push the hem of your shirt up and over your head, exposing more of your now naked skin and giving him more places to sink his teeth and nails into. “all y’had to do was say please—would’ve filled you up ‘til you were leakin’.”

and when you're a blubbering mess in the crook of his neck, warbling out broken apologies and begging for john to just go ahead and fuck his cock into you, he’s hushing you by shoving his middle and ring finger between your teeth, nestling them at the back of your tongue. he uses the other hand to grip at the flesh of your asscheek, pinching and dimpling the fat between his fingers in an attempt to get your hips to move quicker.

“shhh, shhh—y’ made your choice now, pet,” john explains to you slowly so your melting brain might be able to comprehend. “keep goin’, then. m’not gonna play with ya ‘til yer cummin’ all over me.”

©️ ink-n-shadow 2024

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[writing-until-i-drop]

Breeding Kink | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 1,008

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! Oral (fem receiving), unprotect p in v (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, mentions of pilot death, lmk if I missed anything

a/n: this isn't the story I thought I'd write but it's what came out when I put my fingers to the keyboard???

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Bradley had been back from deployment for two days, having spent that time sleeping and eating as much of your cooking as possible. This deployment had been rough, he had been sent out on a sixth month mission that had taken a year to complete with only intermittent communication home, and one of the other pilots had burned in around the eight month point, something your husband was having a hard time recovering from. 

The two of you were laying in bed, Bradley’s head on your chest, his calloused hand resting on your stomach. You lazily carded your fingers through his hair, which had grown longer while he was at sea, texting with Phoenix about plans for brunch that weekend. Bradley started to rub wide circles over your stomach, tickling you.

“Roo,” You giggled, “What are you doing?” 

“Thinking,” Bradley shifted so that he was laying between your legs, both hands resting on your stomach. You put down your phone, freeing your hands to rest them on his shoulders. 

“You want to talk about it?” Bradley didn’t respond right away. You patiently waited for him, watching him as he cradled your stomach, pressing soft kisses all over it. 

“Freighter had two kids waiting for him back in Missouri,” Your heart broke for the pilot and his family. Your worst nightmare was getting a knock at your door while Bradley was deployed, men in uniform waiting on your porch to tell you that he wasn’t coming home to you. “My mom used to say that I was the only thing that really helped her get through my dad’s death.” Bradley looked up at you with sad eyes, still holding your stomach. 

You knew what he wanted to do. The two of you had talked about having kids one day, when the time was right. The idea of getting your pregnant usually drove Bradley wild, leading to spur of the moment sex around the house, nothing but pure filth leaving his mouth. It was hot as hell every time but you had never really gotten into it to the level your husband had. Except what he didn’t know is that you had gone off your birth control a few months ago.

“I want to have a kid with you, sweetheart,” Bradley whispered, eyes flickering downwards, not meeting yours. “Not just because I might not come home one day because I’m going to do everything I can to come home but because I think we’re going to be the best parents.” 

“Then let’s do it, give me a baby, Bradley.” 

The look of surprise on Bradley’s face was precious. You wanted to snap a picture of it but before you could reach for your phone, Bradley was kissing you hard. You sighed into the kiss, spreading your legs so he fit more easily between them. You were wearing one of his shirts and underwear but both pieces of clothing quickly ended up on the floor alongside his pajamas. 

“I love you so much,” Bradley kissed down your neck, between your breasts, paying special attention to your stomach.

“I love you too,” You moaned as he settled between your legs, placing your legs over his shoulders. Bradley ate your pussy like a starving man, obscene noises filling the room as he licked and sucked, sliding two fingers in when you were wet enough. After a year of no sex, it was a mix of pleasure and pain but you were dying for more. 

“So fucking good,” Bradley kissed the inside of your thigh, “Missed you so fucking much.” 

“Missed you,” Your back arched as he pressed in a third finger. “Gonna cum,” Bradley doubled his efforts, rushing you towards your climax, and he didn’t stop when you reached it. Bradley kept going until you were pushing him away, overly sensitive after so long apart.

“Think you’re ready for me?” You tasted yourself on his tongue as he kissed you and you moaned against his lips. “You ready to have my baby?” 

“Please, Lee,” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I want to have a baby.” Bradley notched himself at your entrance then paused, giving you a serious look.

“Are we actually about to do this or are we just practicing?” You could tell this was important to him, he’d be okay with either answer because he loved you, but he wanted this to be the real thing.

“I’m not on the pill anymore,” You promised, leaning up for a kiss. “We’re going to have a baby.” 

“Fuck yeah we are,” Bradley’s kissed muffled your moans as he thrust into you in one quick stroke, his cock stretching you, filling you completely. “Gonna put a baby in you,” He promised, setting a deep, steady pace that had your back arching and toes curling. “I’m going to fill you up and fuck my cum back into you, make sure it takes.” 

“Fuck,” You gasped as he pulled your hips, shifting you into a position that let him hit even deeper inside of you.

“You’re going to look so pretty, tummy all swollen with your baby.” Our baby. Those words hit you like a ton of bricks. You were going to have a baby with Bradley and you were over the moon. “Shit, I’m not gonna last.”

“Cum inside me, baby,” You wrapped your legs around his waist. “Give me a baby.” Bradley reached between you, rubbing your clit until you were right there on the edge with him.

“Cum for me, honey.” And you did, falling over the edge of your second climax, Bradley following right behind you. The warmth of his cum filling you with the possibility of getting you pregnant was overwhelming, the sensation heightening your orgasm that much more. “That’s it, honey. Milk my cock, take every fucking drop.”

When Bradley finally pulled out he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under your hips, keeping them angled up so nothing leaked out. 

“I love you so much,” He kissed you sweetly, “So, so, so much.” 

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“I love you too, Roo.”

[kybercrystals94]

As Luck Would Have It

Read here on Ao3!

Whumptober 2024 - Day 17 - Prompt: "We had a good run."

Rated: G | Words: 784

“Hey! Who threw my lucky blacks in the trash bin!” 

Echo sighs. He thought he had buried those things deep enough Wrecker wouldn’t notice. “Why are you digging through the bin?” 

Wrecker holds the undersuit close to his chest like they are his most precious possession. “You threw them away? Why?” 

“It’s a scientific wonder those things haven’t simply disintegrated,” Tech says, not looking up from his latest project taking up the barrack’s table. “Let them go, Wrecker.”

 “No, they’re fine!” Wrecker shakes out the garment before lovingly wadding them up in a ball. 

“Are you kriffing serious?” Echo asks, appalled. He begins counting on his fingers, using his scomp to point at each digit for emphasis. “They’re threadbare. They’re covered in holes. They smell like something crawled into them, died, and decomposed.” That last point counted for three. 

Tech chuckles. “That is an apt description.” 

“If I washed them, it would wash the luck off,” Wrecker says as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. 

“You haven’t washed them?” Echo cries. “Wrecker! That has to be a healthcode violation!” 

 Wrecker shoves the wad of cloth in his crate, and kicks the box under his bed. “What does it matter to you?” he asks. “They aren’t hurting anyone.” 

“The smell brings literal tears to my eyes!” Echo argues.

Wrecker smiles. “Not my fault you’re so sensitive.” 

Echo rolls his eyes. Obviously, this is an argument he is not going to win. 

**

Crosshair puts a hand over his nose. “Ugh, what is that vile smell?” 

 “Aw, shut up, Cross, they’re not that bad,” Wrecker says, pulling his offensive blacks from his pack. 

“They smell worse than they’ve ever smelled! What did you do to them?” 

Wrecker scowls. “Echo tried throwing them away, so I had to hide them. They never got a chance to air out.” 

“Kriff, you had one job, Echo,” Crosshair gripes. 

“He literally dug them out of the trash,” Echo grumbles, putting his helmet on and making sure the filter is on. 

“I don’t go around throwing away your guys’ stuff,” Wrecker grumbles. 

“Tell you what,” Crosshair says. “If I ever become insane enough to have something that disgusting, you have permission to burn it.”

Wrecker mutters something rude in Huttese, and begins to try untangling the limbs of the undersuit from their wadded mass. As he works at a particularly difficult knot, there is a loud ripping sound. Wrecker gasps. “Oh, no!” 

“You can’t honestly be surprised,” Crosshair deadpans. “Those threads were held together by filth alone.” 

“No, no, you don’t understand. I need these!” Wrecker cries, and Echo is stunned to realize that the giant is actually crying. 

If the startled look on Crosshair’s face is anything to go by, the sniper is just as surprised. 

Wrecker drops down into one of the crash seats, cradling the torn blacks in his hands. “I was wearing these the day that detonation went wrong,” he says, voice thick. He reaches up and touches the scars on the side of his head. “Could’ve killed me, but it didn’t. Ever–” his voice breaks, and he starts again. “Ever since, whenever I feel nervous about a mission, I’d wear these blacks, and nothing bad would happen, or if it did, it would turn out okay, ya know?” 

The tearful confession leaves Echo feeling lousy for trying to throw the blacks away to begin with.

“Listen, Wrecker,” Crosshair says. “Those blacks can’t do kark.” 

Echo scowls at the sniper. He isn’t helping. At all. 

But the man isn’t finished. “But if they could,” he continues, “you wouldn’t have to wear the whole thing for them to work. Here, give them to me.” 

Wrecker hesitates, sniffs, but hands the ruined article over. 

Crosshair pulls out a short blade, finds the cuff off one sleeve, and cuts it off. He holds up the circle of fabric. “Wear this. It’ll work the same.” 

“How do you know?” Wrecker asks, taking the cuff and slipping it over his wrist. 

“Because I said so,” Crosshair says. “If you can decide that a pair of blacks is good luck, I can decide that one cuff is just as lucky. Besides, now you can wear it all the time without worrying about it falling off your body.” 

Wrecker gives Crosshair a wobbly smile. “Thanks, Cross.” 

“Don’t mention it,” Crosshair grunts. He holds out the remainder of the fabric. “Now get rid of these before the noxious fumes kill one of us.”

Wrecker takes them, stroking the mutilated threads. “We had a good run,” he tells them. 

Crosshair rolls his eyes, but there is no heat in the action.   

Echo grins under his helmet. He knew the man was soft. 

END

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Because the bedsheet ask was so random, I have another random ask…

When you wash cups, do you let them air dry or dry them with a towel…

How did 2024 get me to this point?

Now, listen up, maggots. Picture this:

There you are, posed in front of the sink (no dishwashers please, I'm too broke to know how dishwashers work, I've only read about them in Drarry fanfics). You stand there, and wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand.

Your cup, that you drank tea from but it was actually spiked with alcohol because your third cousin gossiped about your sister's husband to her mother-in-law and you're the go-between, is in your hand. You have just washed it.

The drops of water glisten in the noon sun. You wonder, briefly, why adulthood has you drinking before 1 pm. Then you brush that thought away like you did your sweat. Some things are best ignored.

What is important is the cup. You look at it, so wet and glistening and ready for you, and you wonder how to do it justice. Should you take the towel and gently rub it until it's dry and clean? Surely you should! You look around for the towel.

There hangs the towel, on the hook by the sink. It is coarse, and off-white, like eggified precome. Have you been reading too much fanfiction? No. Anyway, you reach for the towel, but pause midway.

The towel has been hanging there, moist from the last rubbing, fermented with bacteria and protozoans that yearn to feel its wetness and consume it. The fungi have not arrived yet, you take care to wash the towel enough for that. Or do you?

You hesitate, you do not remember the last time you washed the towel. Aftercare is a lost art, fading away like handweaving and ironworking and the knowledge that crumbled in Alexandria.

You look down at your darling cup, cradling so trustingly in the palm of your hand, still wet but not so much anymore, warming in the sunlight.

No, you decide. You will not sully your cup. You lay it aside to airdry, and cast one lingering glance at it before walking away.

The towel still remains on the hook, hanged for its crimes, left to its fate. Always to clean, never to be cleaned.

You have made the right choice. The cup will be pristine. The towel wilts in the noon sun, before hardening like plaster. A statue, a work of permanence, the mortification of the filth in flesh that the first ascetic Christians who settled in Ancient Rome preached.

All is well.

[eyesoftrash]

Cradle of Filth

September 24, 2024

Perth, Australia

[kanine77]

Cradle of Filth 2024 christian pro trump special in dublin

[capricorn-trash-x]

Cradle of Filth

September 2024

acquired in Perth

[fetznerdeathrecords]

In The Fire - Test Of The Pendulum Blade

Black/Death/Thrash Metal from Philadelphia, United States

Burning through frozen mediocrity, U.S. death/black/thrash metal project IN THE FIRE returns with their third album "Test of the Pendulum Blade". Featuring 12 tracks of leviathan statured heavy metal, this carefully curated work blends the best of death, thrash, technical and black metal to sonically assault listeners' eardrums. Featuring members of Azure Emote, Rumpelstiltskin Grinder, Castrator, Hypoxia, Fragile Body. For fans of Death, Cradle Of Filth, In Flames, Hypocrisy, King Diamond. Logo and artwork by Mike Hrubovcak (Visual Darkness). Guitars, vocals, bass recorded by Ron Vento. Drums recorded by Noah Buchanan. Mixed by Ron Vento at Nightsky Studios. Mastered by Dan Swanö at Unisound.

1. In The Name Of God 04:49 2. Blasphemously Blessed 05:19 3. Rest In Power 03:34 4. Unsung 05:13 5. Cemetery Evil 04:16 6. The Old Estate 03:37 7. Alluring Parasite 04:10 8. Reaching For The Sun 05:41 9. The Sadness 04:02 10. Expulsion 03:32 11. Plagued 04:09 12. W.T.W.B. 05:08

Release date:April 13th, 2024 via @fetzner_death_records / Germany.

[mylostlenora]

thinking of Halloween🪦

[polarblazma]

cradle of filth

warsaw 2024

[rastronomicals]

10:17 PM EDT August 25, 2024:

Cradle of Filth - "Hell Awaits" From the album Dusk and Her Embrace (October 28, 1996)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Slayer cover.

[dhr-ao3]

In Her Own World

In Her Own World https://ift.tt/EaxdmLD by Herochick007 He wasn't the version she fell in love with, but maybe he could change Words: 169, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: AU, Alternate Worlds, Poetry, changing, Stay - Cradle of Filth via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Du4hWC7 January 18, 2024 at 12:56AM

[tempi-dispari]

New Post has been published on https://www.tempi-dispari.it/2024/11/26/ai-groove-king-diamond-il-gran-sacerdote-del-metal/

AI Groove: King Diamond, il Gran Sacerdote del Metal

Quando si parla di King Diamond, si evoca una figura mitica del metal, una combinazione unica di teatralità, oscurità, e una maestria vocale che lo ha reso un’icona inconfondibile. Nato Kim Bendix Petersen a Copenaghen nel 1956, King Diamond non è solo un cantante straordinario, ma anche un architetto del terrore musicale, capace di costruire interi mondi narrativi che fondono horror, esoterismo e musica heavy metal.

I primi anni: Mercyful Fate e l’alba di un’epoca

King Diamond iniziò la sua carriera nei primi anni ’80 come leader dei Mercyful Fate, una delle band più influenti della scena heavy metal. Con album come Melissa (1983) e Don’t Break the Oath (1984), i Mercyful Fate tracciarono le coordinate di un sound oscuro e teatrale, radicato nel satanismo letterario e nella mitologia esoterica. L’inconfondibile falsetto di King Diamond, una voce capace di passare da toni angelici a grida demoniache, divenne il tratto distintivo della band.

“King Diamond è stato una delle mie principali ispirazioni,” ha dichiarato Lars Ulrich dei Metallica. “Crescendo in Danimarca, vedere qualcuno come lui affermarsi a livello internazionale era incredibile. E poi c’era quella voce: nessuno cantava come lui.”

La nascita del solista: Un horror teatrale

Dopo la separazione dai Mercyful Fate nel 1985, King Diamond intraprese una carriera solista che gli permise di ampliare ulteriormente il suo universo creativo. Album come Abigail (1987), Them (1988) e Conspiracy (1989) non sono semplicemente raccolte di canzoni, ma opere concettuali che raccontano storie dell’orrore degne di un film di Dario Argento o di un racconto di H.P. Lovecraft.

La teatralità dei suoi live show, con croci rovesciate, scenografie gotiche e costumi elaborati, ha contribuito a creare l’immagine di King Diamond come una figura a metà tra un occultista e un cantastorie demoniaco.

“King Diamond ha portato il teatro nel metal,” ha affermato Rob Halford dei Judas Priest. “Non si tratta solo della musica: è l’esperienza completa. Ogni suo concerto è un viaggio in un altro mondo.”

Il personaggio e l’occulto

Una delle chiavi del successo di King Diamond è stata la sua capacità di costruire un personaggio coerente. Il suo trucco distintivo – una maschera facciale che combina croci rovesciate e figure geometriche – è diventato iconico tanto quanto il suo falsetto. Ma dietro l’estetica c’è un’autentica passione per l’esoterismo.

In diverse interviste, King Diamond ha dichiarato di essere un credente nel satanismo laveyano, un sistema filosofico che si distanzia dall’adorazione letterale di Satana e si concentra invece sull’individualismo e sull’esaltazione del libero arbitrio.

“Non si tratta di sacrificare capre o cose del genere,” ha spiegato in un’intervista con Metal Hammer. “È una filosofia di vita che mette l’uomo al centro del suo universo.”

Questa prospettiva ha informato non solo i testi delle sue canzoni, ma anche il modo in cui ha costruito il suo personaggio pubblico, rendendolo un’icona per chi cerca nel metal una forma di ribellione intellettuale e spirituale.

L’eredità e le influenze

King Diamond ha influenzato generazioni di musicisti, dai black metaller norvegesi alle nuove leve del progressive e del power metal. Dani Filth dei Cradle of Filth, ad esempio, ha spesso citato King Diamond come una delle sue principali influenze:

“La sua capacità di raccontare storie attraverso la musica e il modo in cui ha reso ogni performance un rituale hanno avuto un impatto enorme su di me.”

Anche Tobias Forge dei Ghost ha riconosciuto il debito verso King Diamond:

“Le nostre maschere, i temi occulti e l’idea di un personaggio centrale nello show? Molte di queste cose vengono da King Diamond e dai Mercyful Fate.”

Conclusioni: Il Re del Metal Oscuro

King Diamond è più di un cantante. È una forza creativa, un innovatore, e una figura centrale nell’evoluzione dell’heavy metal. La sua abilità nel fondere musica, narrativa e immaginario esoterico ha creato un mondo in cui i fan non sono semplici ascoltatori, ma partecipanti di un’esperienza multisensoriale.

Come lui stesso ha detto:

“Il mio obiettivo non è solo spaventare la gente. Voglio trasportarla in un altro mondo, dove la realtà e il mito si confondono.”

E ci è riuscito, costruendo un impero di oscurità che continua a ispirare e incantare milioni di fan in tutto il mondo.

[hellonearthmetalzine]

Music Video: Cradle of Filth - Malignant Perfection (2024)

British goth black metallers Cradle of Filth as released a new music video for their song “Malignant Perfection”.