: 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)
rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones
[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
thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from
perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure
This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing (Thanks to Magdalena for these lyrics)
[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