This is 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 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   Pandaemonaeaon      And what use are prayers to that God?   As Devil's bay consensus 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   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      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   Buried like the drifting snow   Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war   On our knees or another fucker's shore   Hailing 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   Bled upon our knees      Tablatures of gravel law   Shall see Gehennah paved   When empires fall   And nightmares crawl   From the   From the cradle to enslave      I see your amusing yourselves now   (With your misses mate)   I don’t think so; I think it looks more like your fucking misses   Except she has limbs   This is the last song for this evening   Hooray   This is entitled Queen, Of Winter Throned   And before we continue   Eager little went wizard drummer   Just a late say thanks to everybody who came here tonight   To make this DVD something fucking special   Thanks once again goes to circus horrors   And Memleknolte   Let’s fucking hear it one more time for them, come on!