Daniel Davey (alias Dani Filth) est né le 25 juillet 1973 à Nazareth, il est le fondateur, avec Nick et Robin, ainsi que le principal inspirateur de « Cradle of Filth » depuis leur débuts en 1991. Pour ce qui est de l'inspiration, on le comprend bien quand on sait qu'il habite une grande maison du 16ème siècle, entourée de champs, de bois et de châteaux en ruines qui se trouve en plus dans le village d'Hadleigh où furent brûlé un nombre imposant de sorcières présumées. Aujourd'hui Dani y vit en compagnie de sa fiancé, Toni, et sa fille Luna né le 8 février 1999
Sitting in the dark, I can't forget. Even now, I realize the time I'll never get. Another story of the Bitter Pills of Fate. I can't go back again. I can't go back again... But you asked me to love you and I did. Traded my emotions for a contract to commit. And when I got away, I only got so far. The Other Me Is Dead. I hear his voice inside my head... We were never alive, and we won't be born again. But I'll never survive with Dead Memories in my heart. Dead memories in my heart. Dead memories in my heart. You told me to love you and I did. Tied my soul into a knot and got me to submit. So when I got away, I only kept my scars. The Other Me Is Gone. Now I don't know where I belong... We were never alive, and we won't be born again. But I'll never survive with Dead Memories in my heart... Dead memories in my heart... Dead memories in my heart... Dead memories in my heart... Dead Visions in your Name. Dead Fingers in my Veins. Dead Memories in my Heart... Dead memories in my heart... Dead memories in my heart... Dead memories in my heart... Oohh.. Oohh.. Oohh..
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave?
Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the bitter winter moon Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide...
Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept Hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon the be kept
Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees
This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens PAN DAEMON AEAON
And what use are prayers to that god? As devils bay concensus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost
This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring
Danse macabre 'neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back...
I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive
Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our looses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away...
This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death is season Drive like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another f**ker's shore Heiling new flesh Read, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for?
This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing
Old adversaries Next to Eve Now they're clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we've bled upon our knees
Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennah paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave....