โหลดเพลง mp3 From The Cradle To Enslave (Live) - Cradle Of Filth

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