 This is From The Cradle To Enslave
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
Pandaemonaeaon
And what use are prayers to that God?
As Devil's bay consensus 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
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
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
Buried like the drifting snow
Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war
On our knees or another fucker's shore
Hailing 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
Bled upon our knees
Tablatures of gravel law
Shall see Gehennah paved
When empires fall
And nightmares crawl
From the
From the cradle to enslave
I see your amusing yourselves now
(With your misses mate)
I don’t think so; I think it looks more like your fucking misses
Except she has limbs
This is the last song for this evening
Hooray
This is entitled Queen, Of Winter Throned
And before we continue
Eager little went wizard drummer
Just a late say thanks to everybody who came here tonight
To make this DVD something fucking special
Thanks once again goes to circus horrors
And Memleknolte
Let’s fucking hear it one more time for them, come on!
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