Cradle Of Filth — From the Cradle to Enslave

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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 clouds, dead-eyed
Shifting parent flesh, 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 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 bitter armageddon
Nightchords rake the heavens
Pandaemonaeon

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
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
To a crooked cross and a holy cause
What else be whipped to frenzy for?

This is the end of everything

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
We’ve 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