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1999 From the Cradle to Enslave

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From The Cradle To Enslave

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 F**king

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 chatéau 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

 

 

 

Death Comes Ripping

Turn the lights down low

And bolt the door up

Future is coming

Future rising up

 

Whoa

 

Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead

 

With both eyes open

I wait up for the kill

Feel the evil

Feel the heat as I blast you open

 

Death comes ripping

And it's going, death comes ripping

You feel the heat as death comes ripping

Rip your back out

And death comes ripping out

 

Flesh and blood

Too weak for you

Turning it over

A little too late to penetrate

 

Death comes ripping

And it's going, death comes ripping

You feel the heat as death comes ripping

Rip your back out

Death comes ripping

 

And it's going, death comes ripping

You feel the heat as death comes ripping

Rip your back out

Death comes ripping

And I know that death comes ripping out

 

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

 

 

 

Sleepless

And I often sigh

I often wonder why

I'm still here and I still cry

 

And I often cry

I often spill a tear

Over those not here

But still they are so near

 

Please ease my burden

 

And I still remember

A memory and I weep

In my broken sleep

The scars they cut so deep

 

Please ease my burden

Please ease my pain

 

Surely without war there would be no loss

Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery

No sleepless nights missing the dead ... Oh, no more

No more war

 

 

 

Funeral In Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead Version)

Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded

Nightfall take my hand

Seduce me with silky timbred limbs

Grant me thy dark command

Over the peaks framing tapestries

Of thick forest, dusk has filled

With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist

Creeping like violations from the shadows

to kill

 

Lucretia

is my love in vein

When thy tears bleed sweeter

Thank the midsummer rain?

Bewinged, infested belfries

Toll o'er the sobbing throng

A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes

Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong....

 

(in saddean paradise

Ancestral legacies linger on....)

 

I am He

The crowned and conquering darkness

 Satan robed in ecumenical filth

Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph

 

This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep

And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies

I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep

Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed....

 

"Beauty slept and angels wept

For Her immortal soul

In this response, all evil chose

To claim her for their very own"

 

Carpathia

The pleasured dead speak of her

In necromantic tongue

When ambered daylights are done

 

Masterbating in their graves

On her zenith to come....

 

This catafalque night when awed stars report

Their absence from the heavenly brow

Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts

Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout

 

"How the storm it fulfills

My heart though unhealed

Celestial knifes ebonied

And wild woods thrill

Yet far fiercer still

Her lustre eviscerates me"

 

Carpathia

Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her

Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates

The path towards the castle weary innocence takes

 

I rule as Master here

Where feral hordes impart my temper

Love sank wounded when I, betrayed

saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage

 

"Usher the spite seething Draconist

And commit this world to thy ancient

sovereignty"

 

Erunescent veil descend

Psalmed sunset thus portends

And laid to rest, I now am blessed

With this darkness.... Forever more

 

Supreme Vampiric Evil