Vārdi:
Cradle Of Filth 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

: This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing (Thanks to Magdalena for these lyrics)

[by The Misfits] Turn the lights down low And close the door, oh Future is coming Future risin' Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes

Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle

perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure

[by Anathema] 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

Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle

Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle