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| From the Cradle to Enslave 6:37 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 |
| Of Dark Blood and Fucking 6:02 Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentweining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistering rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over sealed chat�au we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquites From pleasure or pain Or the razor�s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Writhing like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baithing wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-syncs me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightroped and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her waters into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming �Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other�s throats In a slick drift of red Setting god�s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent. Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, seccrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent. Succubus. Succour me That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent. Succubus. Succour me |