1  From the Cradle to Enslave (Censored Version) 4:33
PanDaemonAeon
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 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