Various Artists - From The Cradle To Enslave - Текст песни

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 sky
 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 swepthid 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 reasonDeath 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 fleshRead, 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