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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 velts that welt the sku.
Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, 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 fres 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 Pandaemonaeon

And what use are prayers to that ?god??
As devils bay concenus for the space to piss
On your smouldering faith. And the 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

Dance macabre ?neath the tilt of the zodiac
Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate
What sick activities 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 losses 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 in 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 of 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 Gehennag paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl
From the cradle to enslave...

This is the end of everything…
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