Cradle Of filth - From the Cradle to Enslave

From the Cradle to Enslave Song By cradle Of Filth ... your Gonna like this one . 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 belt that welt the sky 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 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 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