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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 PAN DAEMON AEAON And what use are prayers to that god? As devils bay concensus 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 Drive like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another f**ker’s shore Heiling new flesh Read, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be
