Filth provided the following explanations for the album 's individual tracks in a July 2004 press release : A harsh song demands an uncompromising title . The subject matter is simple . The " gilded cunt " refers to a spoilt dominatrix who demands worship through the acquisition of money . She is in actual fact , beneath the glitter of expensive jewellery , no more than tendered mutton dressed up as lamb . There was nothing quite as gratifying as screaming the word " cunt " at the top of one 's lungs for the mid-section of this vicious little ditty . I loved it ! An extremely angry song in the vein of Sepultura 's '' Roots '' , mixed with choice '' World Downfall '' tracks by Terrorizer . In the wake of the September 11 attacks , few people could possibly remain unaware of the rising threat to world peace through concerted acts of terrorism . This song delves into the mind of one such militant and offers the reasoning behind his holy war : the needless loss of loved ones and the desire to avenge their memory against a privileged western enemy . This song seeks not to condone or encourage such retaliation , but to find an explanation . It is my personal favourite track on the album . Sounds like At the Gates meets Judas Priest meets Morbid Angel listening to " Amor e Morte " . Yet another little gothic romance embroiled around a murderer 's infatuation with the dusky foreign woman of the title . I love the ending of the track , mainly because up to this point the character has only really poetic things to say about Gabrielle ( although you do get the impression that something is definitely a tad sinister about his infatuation ) , but then everything finally darkens ... The song rolls into culmination with a really Slayer-esque finale . Two sinners reflect on their lives of decadence and pomp as they share their last drink on the very verge of the abyss . This song was inspired by a night of guilt and nostalgia ( in fact I felt a little at sixes and sevens musing over all the events of the last six or seven years ) and attributing our success to devilish intervention , as in the infamous Goethe story where Faust sells his soul to the Devil in return for a life of riches and splendour . It features some of my favourite lines , and sounds like '' Master of Puppets '' era Metallica . The title track concerns itself with a love affair so intense , that although soured and dead , it ignites at the slightest sniff of re-invention . The cool thing about this song is that it is really a beast of several parts : a chimera . The main hub of the song is very lovelorn and drowsily melodic and it is these traits combined with shared female and male vocal passages that serve to highlight the plight of this , the title track of the album . However , this is offset against the first and last parts of the song , forming a darkly erotic triptych . This track concerns itself with the priest and high priestess of a witch cult , who , through their utter devotion to themselves and the dark arts , conspire to invoke ancient forces from their graveyard slumbers , remaining as carnal gatekeepers in the interim . The lyrics join them in celebration of a triumphant return on Samhain night , when the deadways between the worlds are at their closest and most vulnerable to rupture . Sounds like " The Twisted Nails of Faith " meets early Destruction and Death in a misty cemetery . This track is about escapism from a world ruled over by preachers , no-hopers and soul destroying vermin and the flights of fancy conjured by believing in one 's own destiny ( no matter what entails ) . A very personal lyrical content , this is about rising above the unappreciative mob with a life-affirming " fuck you ! " The main harmony is the closest Cradle have got to sounding anything like classic Iron Maiden , but this song also veers towards blast-lightspeed . Though not as brutal and uncompromising as " Mother of Abominations " , it is probably the fastest track on the album when and where it roars . This song is very enigmatic . Slow , heavy and grandiose , it reeks of pomp and dark majesty , and rocks in a Sabbath , doom-laden context . Lyric-wise , it concerns itself with heritage and invigorated pride for one 's own country : not in a nationalistic , fascistic sense , but in terms of rebuilding the beauty and stature of a once great nation . Obviously the title implies that nation to be England ( Cradle 's country of origin ) , but the words can be interpreted to speak of anyone 's homeland that is seen to be slumping from the weight of its afflictions . Sounds like Manowar meets Cathedral , interspersed with moments of melodic reflection . A very Lovecraftian tale about the guardian of an extraordinarily gifted beauty : a beauty who slips beyond the veil of the underworld at night to dam the rift between our world and the abyss . This she achieves by fucking everything that comes close to breaching the gap , therefore satiating demoniacal urges that want , quite literally , to rend our world apart . The twist comes when her guardian fails to resist his own desire for the beauty who , at all costs , must remain pure and untouched in our world in order that her erotically-charged spirit remain firmly hilted in the other . Any attempt to interfere with her seance will result in horrors from the pit slathering into the real world to wreak far worse atrocities than those they inflict nightly upon her gorgeous astral form . This track was never intended for the album . In all honesty it was a total rank outsider even for the special edition , until it was played to the producer , who thought it was such a catchy metal anthem that it was immediately drawn out of retirement and rehearsed vehemently at the studio to bring it up to date . Sounds like Mercyful Fate meets Motörhead at death metal 's throat . This is the second part to " Her Ghost in the Fog " , and therefore follows the subsequent story of the young man avenging his woman 's rape and murder at the hands of a self-styled lynch-inquisition . The original ( which culminated in the man , haunted by his lover 's spirit , burning those responsible alive in the village chapel ) is expanded upon as he recalls the events of that fateful day . He too is then hunted by a vengeful mob in the same forest , where he converses with his lover 's beautiful , but dead and rotting , body . This has a very '' Sleepy Hollow '' / '' Nightmare Before Christmas '' vibe . A song about the great goddess Cthulhu and the awakening of her dark spirit from centuries of slumber , leading to the inevitable destruction of human existence . In truth , a continuation to '' Midian '' 's " Cthulhu Dawn " . This is a very brutal track , lightning-fast and uncompromising , much like the Great Old One herself , sweeping away all before her in a colossal tidal wave of violence and millennial bloodshed . Sounds like '' Nightside '' - era Emperor meets early , fast Cradle , with extra thrash . '' Nymphetamine '' debuted at number 89 on the Billboard Top 200 chart , selling 13,818 copies , and reached number 92 in the UK Albums Chart . By early 2007 , '' Nymphetamine '' has sold 147,000 copies in the United States alone , that makes it the most successful Cradle 's album there to date . It has also been certified Gold in Europe by Independent Music Companies Association . Since its release , '' Nymphetamine '' has sold more than one million copies worldwide
September 11 attacks
September 11 attacks
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