Bài hát From the Cradle to Enslave Báo Lỗi

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

PAN DAEMON AEAON


And what use are prayers to that god?

As devils bay concensus 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

Drive like the drifting snow

Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war

On our knees or another f**ker'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