From The Cradle To Enslave Lyrics

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 to 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 devils 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.
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, driven like the drifting snow.

Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war,
on our knees or another fucker'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!

This is the end of everything...