Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Lovecraft & Witch Hearts

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