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Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
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Have despoiled our common grave
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Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs
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From the cradle to enslave?
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Sickle constellations
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Stud the velts that welt the sky
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Whilst the Bitter winter moon
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Prowls the clouds, dead,eyed
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Like shifting parent flesh
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Under silk matricide...
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Watchful as she was upon Eden
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Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept
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hid the hissing of a serpent Libido
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In an ancient tryst with catastrophe
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Soon to be kept
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Hear that hissing now on the breeze
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As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden
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A fresh horror blows
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But ten billion souls
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Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees
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This is the theme to a better Armageddon
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Nightchords rake the heavens
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Pandaemonaeon
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And what use are prayers to that 磄od
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As devils bay concenus for the space to piss
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On your smouldering faith
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And the the mouldering face
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Of this world long a paradise lost
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This is the end of everything
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Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring
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Dance macabre 磏eath the tilt of the zodiac
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Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate
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What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black?
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The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back...
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I see the serpentine in your eyes
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The nature of the beast as revelations arrive
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Our screams shall trail to Angels
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For those damned in flames repay
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All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day
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We should have cut our losses as at Calvary
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But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief
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Salvation, like a promised nation
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Gleamed a claim away...
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This is the end of everything you have ever known
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Buried like vanquished reason
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Death in season
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Driven like the drifting snow
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Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war
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On our knees or another fucker磗 shore
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Heiling new flesh
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Read, then roared
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To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause
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What else be whipped to frenzy for?
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This is the end of everything
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Rear the tragedies
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That the Seraphim shall sing
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Old adversaries
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Next of Eve
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Now they磖e clawing back
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I smell their cumming
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As through webbed panes of meat
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Led by hoary Death
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They never left
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Dreaming sodomies
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To impress on human failure
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When we磛e bled upon our knees
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Tablatures of gravel law
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Shall see Gehennag paved
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When empires fall
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And nightmares crawl
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From the cradle to enslave...
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This is the end of everything
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From The Cradle To Ensalve
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| cradle of filth |
