From the Cradle to Enslave EP Lyrics Album by Cradle of Filth
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1. 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 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!
PanDaemonAeaon!
And what use are prayers to that God?
As devils 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.
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, 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 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…
2. Of Dark Blood and Fucking
Sister midnight comes blaspheming
Screaming in the keys of faith and fear
Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling…
Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear
Defiled at heart
In this perfect hell
Under red leaves bleeding
Over scaled chateau we fell
To demonocracy
Where neither Adam or Eve
Conceived of such iniquities
From pleasure or pain
Or the razor’s edge in between
Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the sun…
Within 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 baiting 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-sync me in for the kill
Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease
I drain the cup of this Miss Sire
Her water 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 throat
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, secrecies, 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
3. Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover)
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
4. Sleepless (Anathema cover)
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
5. Pervert’s Church (From the Cradle to Deprave)
This is the end of everything!
Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing.
6. 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.
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,
enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.
Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul.
In this repose, 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.
Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come.
Never leave me!
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.
Erubescent veil descend,
psalmed sunset thus portends.
And laid to rest, I now am blessed,
With this darkness forever more.
Supreme vampiric evil!
This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep,
and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies.
I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep,
enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.
Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul.
In this repose, 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.
Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come.
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.
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