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| Светлояр | Дата: Пятница, 10.10.2008, 15:58 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh – 1994 2. The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh From the primeval mass
let precious chaos vent
Sacred flesh drenched in fornication
beloved by Set
may the winds gather her together
from the secrets of men
after thousands of years of terrifying silence
she comes again (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless
the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born
scattered are the wings of the virulent holy
leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs World without end
cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil
dusk in her eyes
torn bloody weeping skies
darkness will hasten to devour
and the weak will flee or die Sie sind es die sich
anderlieb festhalten
fuer immer betend auf knien
vor der (finisteren) goetten I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine
Abandonment unto Our Lady
With a quenchless thirst for the infinite
For Her that exists beyond all knowledge Storming from tired centuries
Under the glare of a waxing death-moon
Terrible beauty of love severed
Rip the baby from the virginal womb The blood of Jesus
Is the wine of the dead
And the drunken angels
Bleed with incest The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts
And yield the swords that sever and stain
There will be no act or passion wrought
That shall not be attributed to Her names To the name of Baphomet:
Artemis, Bastet, Astarte I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising 3. The Forest Whispers My Name Black candles dance to an overture
but I am drawn past their flickering lure
to the breathing forest that surrounds the room
where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine
my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
from knowledge drunk from the fountain of life
from Chaos born out of love and the scythe
the forest beckons with her nocturnal call
to pull me close amid the baying of wolves
where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn
in the dark, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death
a monument to the trapping of breath
as restriction is bled from the veins of my neck
to drop roses on my marbled breast
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
to learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name...again and again I walk the path
to the land of the Dark Immortals
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul
as the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress
In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me
in the arms of the ancient oak
where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil
evolution has been recalled
Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon
I stand enthralled
...In the whispering forest "Pale, beyond porch and portal,
crowned with leaves, she stands,
who gathers all things mortal,
with cold immortal hands,
her languid lips are sweeter,
than love's who fears to greet her,
to men that mix and meet her,
from many times and lands." 5. The Black Goddess Rises Thee I invoke, bornless one
all woman, pure predator
wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell
like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle
no church shall bar our path
seductive Evil drink your fill
of the bleeding christ in your arms You are in my dreams
the darkness in my eyes
the rapture in my screams
Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart
we could kill them all
if our desire tore free
Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her
as we embrace the dark side by side
I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire
to harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh
suck dry the ebbing wound
leave them lifeless and broken
my beloved... Oh, how I craved for you
You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter
am I to bleed myself dry to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever
(come to me...Black Goddess arise)
when my secrets are buried in thine
(come to me...Black Goddess arise)
under seven stars we came together
(come to me...Black Goddess arise)
to plot the new age's decline
(come to me...ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen
come forth to me
and help me seize
my future from the House of Death That in the release of immortality
I should slay their fucking nazarene
Ah...the lies...the jew...I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm
as love secretes the thrill for war
the virgin raped shall seek to whore
She-wolf bare your snarling jaw "Caught in thy net of shadows,
what dreams hast thou to show?
Who treads the silent meadows,
to worship thee below?" 7. A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding Spells lay daggers before me
passion speaks in grue vehement stabs
Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain
the tumour grows until the enemy is slain (Gut The Church) Slightless storm
knee-deep in hate I seeth
my purpose here has woken to breath
Total war on the brethren of Men
millions regardless
dying by my hand A Black Age Of Fire
brief in its vicious eloquence
removing the dross
love will arise from the ashes of your loss Then and only then
will the pleasure of Eden be mine
and the sinews of life itself will be tied
in the very veins of my bloodline And their tears taste like wine... I will rule as a king
and the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen
in the glory of the earth our crowns are studded
with the jewels of blasphemy The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man
a flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem
the lion is vexed to uproot and descend
Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust
tempering weapons of criminal lust
I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies
thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light
the darkness serves will to snuff out human life
that I might reclaim the world as my right I kill without scruple or silent regret
in haunts of the sinister lunar aspect
for I am the pleasure that comes from your pain
tiny red miracles falling like...rain The incessant pall of death surrounds me
but this is not the part of me that wishes to breed
there will be no dread thereafter
the mysteries I reveal unto thee I stir the hearts of the wisest
by the fools I will always be feared
my Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding...
on the pale reflection of dawn Devour The Sun "The Great Man of his time
is He who expresses
the Will of his time;
who tells his time what it wills;
and who carries it out" 8. To Eve The Art Of Witchcraft Crawl in awful stealth to me
Forever a voyeur I've been
Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon
So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve
and yearning keeps me, captive of desire Make me as a flower that grows
forever in your throne
that I might pollinate the world
with darkness as your own
Embrace me in spellbinding eyes
the fire of life that never dies
tear deeper through my paper wounds
and never leave inside Love shall consume and bathe the Lady
whom I worship and ride therefore
She will greet me as a serpent
in her dark, secret Eden
and I will always want
for her witchcraft is
Desire... (Desire...)
My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee
forever flushed in sin
Lamia, latria I give
my soul is poisoned from within Wisdom breeds, fecundity
and her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought
To ransack Eden, and to taste the whore
I cling beyond her sabled court
She is a gateway, to that darkness lost (Now dream...) "I am the gentle stream
that trickles through the summer glades
of ever green peace
Therefore we will drink my sleep
and dream I am the bleeding sky,
the snatching wind of war
blowing through the savage garden
My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust
like strings to be pulled, and cut I will make my puppets dance
The men will bow down before me
to take my flesh as lucid thoughts
of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more
Thus I await you, nemesis of restraint
The code of life, and the bride of evil itself." Oh, the fevered need for Her
when greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire
that all-consuming fire
Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch
the tree is plundered but I have the see
to be sown in thee "Mon sortilege a ete le pouvoir qui diovent
avoir les ames fortes sur les espirits faibles" 9. Of Mist And Midnight Skies We, the nocturnal few
bound by other laws
to the service of the enemies of god
are silent and hidden
yet our exquisite fire burns on
poised to engulf... Tie a man to his god
he may not walk for fear
of falling foul to temptation
where once faith stood her ground Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame
cast the fetid virgin back from where she came
drink deep of the promise in my eyes...
of mist and midnight skies I drown in fathomless dreams
and in the reeking mire of virtue scream
I yearn to sell my very soul
(And you shall
for none so dark & sinister
will arise to embrace the Arts)
Do What Thou Wilt
until the stones in my heart stand still
regardless of the cost to your repugnant god The last May frost may blight the crops
and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog
or nature, but infernal tasks...
"By your cursings and imprecations
you wrong both Man & beast
by whatever whim you serve
of the Devil your leige" Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways
will be wrought to condemn thee
conspiring to cull the pagan ways Twist back their lies, personify their needs
the war begins by Satanic decree
if Evil we be, we will our lives...
To mist and midnight skies (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league
and bring the host of the nazarene to their knees
breath the life of an entity never-born
darkness now descend in raven form
the words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread
Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet
raper of all my worldly enemies Lycanthropy, please poison me
send acausal instincts crawling my brain
take me, Mistress, until perversion is fed
Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head
the cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs
for now we congregate where once my angel sang That night they came and took her away from me
I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse
and to spit in the face of their... "god" We will ride again
in the midnight skies 11. A Dream Of Wolves In The Snow "Ah, listen to Them
The Children of the Night
What sweet music They make." May dreams be brought that I might reach...
the gentle strains of midnight speech
and frozen stars that gild the forest floor Through the swirling snow
Volkh's children come
to run with me, to hunt as one
to snatch the lambs of christ
from where they fall... 12. Summer Dying Fast Through acrid clouds of summer flies
the garden swells with a thousand more wise
Forever flung to celestial dreams
clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approaching
the darkness calls my name
the trees are growing restless
they feel the season change
their fruit has putrified
forbidden once and bound to die
the thread of life lies severed
on the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled
dash towers tall that grip the sun
talons stretch her veil
reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings
and lays the path for those unseen
a tangled web of evil spun at last...
Winter spawn from barren thighs
to readdress, to slay the blind
and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising
Diana moving with such infinite grace
wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall
how many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty
of beauty held in dream-dead sleep
and scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?
Will their "god" of bridled love
assuage our rule from planes above
or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails
that have held you, lurking deep
September prayers are waning
burn the shrines of fettered sheep
Spearhead the insurrection
of a world that seeks no end
"We are what we are, what we shall be, again..." Appear; draped in terror
to the comfort of your kin
Stain the milky sunset red
and let the other in... Summer's dying... 13. Imperium Tenebrarum "Swords, in hands, at the bloody fields of history
We rend, our blades, through dogma and humility
Carve the future, according to our will
Set worlds ablaze, with our seething fire
Let you all acknowledge, that we are here
As masters to rule, this flaming humanity
Our beings formed, in rage and defiance
With strength to trample, the weak and the foolish
And so we march, with burning brants
Temples of flame, on our path to glory."
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| Светлояр | Дата: Пятница, 10.10.2008, 16:00 | Сообщение # 2 |
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| Vempire Or Dark Faerytales In Phallustein – 1996 1. Ebony Dressed For Sunset "The Life of all Flesh Is The Blood" – Leviticus 17:14
"Those who Trespass against us, Beware the Shadows of Dusk" 2. The Forest Whispers My Name Black candles dance to an overture
But I am drawn past their flickering lure
To the breathing forest that surrounds the room
Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine
My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life
From Chaos born out of love and the scythe
The forest beckons with her nocturnal call
To pull me close amid the baying of wolves
Where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn
In the dank, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death
A monument to the trapping of breath
As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck
To drop roses on my marbled breast
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name...again and again I walk the path
To the land of the Dark Immortals
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul
As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress
In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me
In the arms of the ancient oak
Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil
Evolution has been recalled
Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon
I stand enthralled
...In the whispering forest 3. Queen Of Winter, Throned Iniquitous
I share Carmilla's mask
A gaunt mephitic voyeur
On the black side of the glass
Peering through the mirror
Deep dark and ominous
Consorting themes, demons I weave
Subservience from thee to lost I am Corinthian light
Sharp-eyed, impassive whore
Burn the asafoetida
and rank petriachor
Lure me panthered Faustia
With cunt and veiled womb
To prowl thy inner sanctum walls
In Tirgoviste to resume
Control Seduction, my obsessive art
A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars
Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart
Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed
Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms
'Midst dreams od robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath
When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined
And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind
(Purge)
Fires work in me
A lithe supremacy
I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies
Impaler Lord
Flesh upon the sword
My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war I am thirst, spearheaded hunger Sacrament and pain
Nails raked in savagery
When the cruel Countessa came Exalt!
The Queen of death-white winter enthroned
Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies
Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon
Of Draconian design A love that never dies
Nefarious silhouettes to rise When stars fall pale
And to drown back in Her eyes
Is to madden ghosts within
To unhinge a thousand sins
From Death's dark vale "Blessed be these spells of winter
Unto us that wait with patience in
This secret garden
To storm our way into another
As yes undone" Desert claims Eden
And Hyperborean
Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun
Iconoclast
Before thee angels clasped
In nakedness their ochre flesh
Shall yield to thy advance She is all to me
Mysterious, alive
The howling in the deep woods
When cold festal stars aligned A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil
Yesod vested in despotic upheaval
Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow
Forgotten ones ebter as above, so below The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent
When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend
From Sheol's dank haunted wilderness
Thy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers,
dead Queen of Winter, throned
The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses
Vestal masturbation
(Purity) Overthrown Darkness
In raven feathered dress
Sides with Death at chess
Their pawns are many and the enemy
Powerless
When the miscreants fell dead
She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night
And the bestial floor shook with terrible life
I rise before thee Queen
To feed our lusts on the blood of the weak
To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath
Satanic Tyranny 4. Nocturnal Supremacy Weak midnight promises of love
Were wept upon Her grave
And shunned by stars above
In mortal life lurks my dismay
An Angel stole my heart
and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god
A dreaming beauty
If wishes could only fray that bond
The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice
A poet's serenade
Her name a whisper 'pon my lips
And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King
Funereal in breath
The secrets of the dark I know
And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night
Have delivered me gifts from the grave
Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life
Never a Devil so vain
The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost
And no heaven would silence the pain
Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost
Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek
In drunken splendour
Tonight rare regal fate has cast
The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul
Around Her throat mine arms enfold
To sleep, perchance to dream
And then...
To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies
and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide
From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore
Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war
As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day
To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea
The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous
Eternity
Damnation
Salvation
Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows
Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross
I am He that vanquished Death
And bore the sting of loss
What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp?
His temple, ruined, burns
And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised
To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes
"I will crush them all
If this holds thy delight"
Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite 5. She Mourns A Lenghtening Shadow Hasten to the bridal bed –
Underneath the grave 'tis spread:
In darkness may our love be hid,
Oblivion be our coverlid –
We may rest, and nione forbid. 6. The Rape And Ruin Of Angels (Hosannas In Extremis) Hosannas in Extremis
Invading tempestuos skies
When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose
And Narcissus' date as their prize
Blinded by Diana's mirror
Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn
And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive
The horrors performed on Her shores
As jewelled Ishtar, in darker Aeons
Trespassed Ereshkigal's grasp
Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind
Now inspires Catharsis to dance
Through the weave of white vaults
Where the shadows revolt
At the incest of spiritual love
Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts
Spatter virginal breasts with their blood The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe (Thirst-ridden)
Wolves serenade a moon
Who seems no mistress of Herself
And heavens pour forth vast casualties
Thy host given up for me
Thou which wert once and then ceased to be
Art now ensconced to chapters
Of a lengthening tragedy Whilst we scream free Deep forests impale the sinister mist
Their sorcery taught to the clouds
Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish
To vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl
As Psyche to Sapphic lament
Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses
Whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death "Desires
I was loath to lose
To the vrgin-bloodied priests
Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene
And sought to savour Her as a beast Her aching sex
A rose undone As mine in tears and spasms wrung" Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho's stone
has built thee a marbled stair
By candlelight to Eden abd Serpentine throne
Where ravens rape the tenanting angels there Hurry, else Death may spy us here
And quicken the pulse of dawn
Embering flames writhe to life again
The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn Huntress, draw back the silvered bow
Thy dogs set upon the manger
The enemyy in throes... Whilst drifting forgs devour
All Hallows witching hour
On this long, dark seance for the soul Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves
Our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged
Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid
Like fireflies olunge to Her maw, midst crashing black waves "Remember with pride what thou art
Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past" When Dark royalties drank of despair
Idols hewed down 'neath a desert god's stare
In thrall to revenges sworn there
What dreams could we father, when farther we fell
To nightmare?.. "Well versed in misery
We have lain naked in darkest ravines
Now the sun has set in slumber, We delight
Like serpents in arousal Coiled to strike at the light" Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth
Uncloister jaded harlots once served
Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed
Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse The laughter of Khaos
Gatekeepers flee the onslaught A World enslaved to flame
Bondage in Phallustine
Pleasure temples for my bride
Nubian grace swiftly seize
Thieves blood-divine
Empires thrive on sacrifice
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| Светлояр | Дата: Пятница, 10.10.2008, 16:02 | Сообщение # 3 |
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| Dusk And Her Embrace – 1996 2. Heaven Torn Asunder Rise, ablaze, libidinous
Devildom voyeurs
Ascend to smother the light
Nascent aeons confer.... Chaos is spat
From the black eternal sea
Serrated mountains of mad shadows
Carving towards misdeed Stormchoirs gather
A pestilential hiss
Sunset evokes Luciferian fire
The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice
Supernal vestments hang tattered
Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory
Invasions scale Babel's ivory towers
Poised to sodomise a world upon it's knees (Victory spent
Breathe deep benighted scent) We are as a flame born unto the darkness
Desires burning in palatial glades
And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us
Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves.... Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised
Judgements be riven, from the skies
Darkness empower let us master prophecy
Fulfilling destiny – the promised fever Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy
Written in flesh across the howling ether Artemis
Spread the bliss of this Lupercalia With stars erased, throw wide the gates
The infidel soon unmasks her face
Neath silken shroud she waxes horn
Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague, born to the priestess
The secret amour of her archangelic rape
Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed
Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake The most August sorcerers of Hades
Darkly seized for me a throne
And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed
Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple
I hold the prophet's severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us
Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres
Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires
Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth Our voices are opened graves
Through which the never-dead escape From dank, abyssic dream
Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons
Imparadised, whilst we writhed
To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree
Now freed to plunder....
Heaven torn asunder 3. Funeral In Carpathia 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.... (in saddean paradise
Ancestral legacies linger on....) 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
Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed.... Beauty slept and angels wept
For Her immortal soul
In this response, 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 Masterbating in their graves
On her zenith to come.... 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 Erunescent veil descend
Psalmed sunset thus portends
And laid to rest, I now am blessed
With this darkness.... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil 4. Gothic Romance (Red Roses For The Devil's Whore) Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea
A jewel more radiant than the moon
Lowered Her mask to me
The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire
Would marvel at making their Queen
Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire
And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her
Scent and feline lure
And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest
"Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night
She lulled me away from the rich masquerade
And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight"
Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me?
Her icy kiss fervoured my neck
Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach
In a whirl of sweet voices and statues
That phantomed the dying trees
This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn
I tore free of my sleep – sepulchre
On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn
Lamented the spectre of Her
Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete
I hungered for past overtures
The curse of unrest and her ardent caress
Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again
Stirring from midnight's inertia
Knowing not even her name
On a thin precipice over carnal abyss
I danced like a blind acolyte
Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine
Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds
In vain that we might meet
When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued
I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams
Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark
I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep
Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures
Spawned thee leche
To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt
Flaunted demise, life's punishment
Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs
Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search
Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons
Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon
In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels
Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell
To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet
Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette Fleeting, enshadowed
Thou art privy to my sin
Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict
The cruel daylights upon my skin?
Dost thou not want to worship me
With crimson sacrifice
So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss
And weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil's whore.... Dark angels taste my tears
And whisper haunting requiems
Softly to mine ear
Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse
My veins spill forth their waters
Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores
Where drowning umbra o'er the stars
Ebon's graves where lovers whore
Like seraphim and Nahemah Nahemah Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest
Blind reason against thee, Enchantress
For I must know, art thou not death?
My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry
Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me?
On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company
As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves
Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn
In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone
I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet
Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter silhouette.... 5. Malice Through The Looking Glass Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me....
I am assailed by a spectre profounder
Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime I shalt suffer this confessional mime Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
Only once it is dark doth my misery cease She died to a sky dressed in flame
Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice
Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice I am as dusk come to ravish the light
Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night
I will answer thy prayers
If thou Wouldst drink of my life.... "Encroaching evening skies
Die with such tragedy
And those interred in cold graves
Dwell on pleasures to be
In deep hysteria
Where our legend still breathes
Through sweet death and thereafter
Sweeping nightmares.... shalt feed." 6. Dusk And Her Embrace When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake
And the mists steal in with ease
Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes
In adoration of the moon and thee They call as I to thee.... And I will come, as if in dream
My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen
Of vengeful, ancient breed
Gilded with the pelts of many enemies
Erishkigal, raven-haired
Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair
I can taste thy scent by candlelight
Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair
Appease the beast on spattered sheets
Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity....
She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life
Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night
And I have ridden from the westerning light
To expend my lust
Tear away the funereal dress
Know that I will escape from my death
Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight
Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline
Of mist and moth and the hunger inside
Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise Through twilight, darkness and moonrise
My scarlet tears will run
As stolen blood and whispered love
Of fantasies undone Countess swathed in ebony
And snow-white balletic grace
Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish
For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flit through the shadows
Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow
Under deadly nightshade
Still warmed with the kill's afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me
(Beneath the stars taste the death in me)
Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss
To sever thin mortality Elizabeth
My heart is thine
Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine.... Let me come to thee
With eyes like Asphodel
Moon-glancing, loose desires free
To writhe under my spell Ereshkigal, raven-haired
Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair
I know thy scent by candlelight
Immortal flesh I yearn to share
Appease the beast on spattered sheets
Dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps
Nocternity
She shall come for me.... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus
How the full embosomed fog
Imparts the night to us.... 8. Beauty Slept In Sodom Death, spirit me away
My anguished soul doth strain
On taut and twisted reins
Yet, insatiate I still remain
Like a proud, unfalled star
That dares thee from afar
To calm my thund'rous heart
Else, rend it's knots apart
So I may never sing Of jewelled skies o'er my strings
And love, a wanton thing
Can plunge on burnt, black wings
To hang amid the thorns
In scarlet, like velvet worn
About the clouded moon
Who wanes in solitude.... I am alone
Thirsting for the dark
That lurks beneath marbled stone
What black witchcraft
Shalt prise thee from thy dreams
And what perverse world-strategy
Will wend it's way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease
And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach
Thee wisdom of darkness
From earth and red sea Lightbearing Samael
Coalesce with me.... Twilight
Through pagan city gates
Bred shadows play like twining snake
By candlelight
Thanateros rites
Death seduced and chaos wakes.... Obsession grips, blindragon fever
In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies
And Saturn rapes faith's lovelorn Diva
Upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice
Virtue births a demon
Pandora's box, unhinged, sets loose the night
Winged lilith born for want of Eden
Fanning plumes of harlotry
Like pearls before the desert swine The skies, they darken
And the oceans part Storm forth indignant Kraken
Reborn Venus as thou art
Feasting at my banquet
Of Saturnalia
I call thee having wrestled
The tides from lonely Diana For thee Endymion
I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb Be-with-us come
Unveil the ancient flame
Throw the cats our enemies
Desire's menstrual strain
Eastern Devil eyes
A cruel erotic plague
The Shekhina is in exile
And the Israelites enslaved to shame Midnight
Jerusalem
A tenebrous phantasy
Revelates to men
Their celestial walls crumble
When walks the Xul
Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon The centuries of wait have all but gone
Behold dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on Now worship Everything 9. Haunted Shores Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade
Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned
And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name
Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed
The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings
To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings These are the shores whereto my soul
Blood drenched and unredeemed
Shalt seek solace in secrets told
Through the whispers of a dream From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius
A proud, audacious King mantled in the
vehemence of lust
Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided
In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided
Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court
And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought I fear the Augean light
is sweeping through Camelot
How bittersweet my triumphs seem,
now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost
Morganna art thou near me?
Languid, I wend my path to grave
Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp
Of the naiad neath the silvered lake
When waters stirred lay silent Mistress let the mists descend
Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart
His sombre gaze defies legend
More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes
Art for the Banshees song
Or our souls entwined like vein upon
The haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon Bury me in velvet dream
Lest I unduly wake
And seek to reconcile my thirst
With the cowardly tailors of my fate
Unleash mastiffs of snarling night
To overthrow, plague and burn
As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead
To scheme of my return Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm
A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn
Their ignorance has forged for me over
centuries a sword
Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war
The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the
passive flocks roam free
This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul,
trespassing breeds "I have awoken from the past
Glenfully with the shadows over England's bitter skies
I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink
Remember me as king when I cradle hell to stars
Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast
Venom forces workthius arts of devil's and priestess
Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song
Played upon a storm
By the ghosts of Avalon
And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend
To whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men
The principle black metal masterplan." 10. Hell Awaits Existing on damnations edge
The priest had never known
To witness such a violent show
Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly
Still dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called lord The gates of hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul cannot be saved Crucify the so-called lord
He soon shall fall atome
Your souls are damned, your god has fell
To slave for me eternally
HELL AWAITS The reaper guards the darkened gates
Wherein satan rules alone
And demons feed the furnace
Where the dead are free to roam I here thee children of the night
There's seven ways to go
Each leading to the burning hole
That lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred stop
Satan sees answer lies not for
Tortured, screaming souls cry out to you
Satanio whores previal – your life is through "Pray to the moon when it is round
Death with you shall then abound
For what you seek cannot be found
In sea or sky or under ground" Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody gates of hell is where you'll live your last
Horrors from hellish domain
Will drag you to your death
The flame of hades burning strong
Your soul shall never rest Sacrifice the lives of all
I know they soon shall die
Their souls are damned to rot in hell
And keep the fire burning deep inside HELL AWAITS 11. Nocturnal Supremacy '96 Weak midnight promises of love
Were wept upon Her grave
And shunned by stars above
In mortal life lurks my dismay
An angel stole my heart
and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god
A dreaming beauty
If wishes could only fray that bond
The dead would sing for me... Twelith moon arose with ghostly voice
A poet's serenade
Her name a whisper 'pon my lips
And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving Kind
Funereal in breath
The secrets of dark I know
And thus, we shall cheat Death My promises wrought through despondence that night
Have delivered me gifts from the grave
Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life
Never a Devil so vain
The Angel is fallen, for I thought he lost
And no heaven would silence the pain
Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost
Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek
In drunken splendour
Tonight rare regal fate has cast
The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul
Around Her throat mine arms enfold
To sleep, perchance to dream
And then...
To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies
And wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide
From writhing tides where gothic siren weave their song to shore
Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war
As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day
To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule the red and risen moon upon the sea
The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous
Eternity
Damntation
Salvation
Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows
Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross
I am he that vanguished Death
And bore the sting of loss
What vulgar crist will unprise my grasp?
His temple, ruined, burns
And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised
To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes
I will crush them all
If this holds thy delight
Rather dead forever than to lose her
Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite
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| Cruelty And The Beast – 1998 2. Thirteen Autumns And A Widow Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light
A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas
Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed
To the ravenous wolves that the elements led
From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)
Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born
On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed
A tragedy crept to the name Bathory Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
Grew so dark as this sylph
None more cold in repose
Yet Her beauty spun webs
Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light
So when She fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed...
Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel
(And possessed of such delights)
For ravens winged Her nightly flights
Of erotica
Half spurned from the pulpit
Torments to occur
Half learnt from the cabal of demons
In Her
Her walk went to voodoo
To see Her own shadow adored
At mass without flaw
Though inwards She abhored
Not Her coven of suitors
But the stare of their Lord "I must avert mine eyes to hymns
For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin
He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites
With Him undead for three long nights" Elizabeth listened
No sermons intoned
Dragged such guilt to Her door
Tombed Her soul with such stone
For She swore the Priest sighed
When She knelt down to atone... She feared the light
So when She fell
Like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed
Her decorum as chaste
To this wolf of the cloth
Pouncing to haunt
Her confessional box
Forgiveness would come
When Her sins were washed off
By rebaptism in white.... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths
'Pon the grave of Her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder
From a whisper to a scream
All sleep seemed cursed
In Faustian verse
But there in orgiastic Hell
No horrors were worse
Than the mirrored revelation
The She kissed the Devil's phallus
By Her own decree... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare
On winds without prayer
Stigmata still wept between Her legs
A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
She sought the Sorceress
Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die
For the throat of Elizabeth
Damnation won and urged the moon
In soliloquy to gleam
Twixt the trees in shafts
To ghost a path
Past the howl of buggered nymphs
In the sodomite's grasp
To the forest's vulva
Where the witch scholared Her
In even darker themes "Amongst philtres and melissas
Midst the grease of strangled men
And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen
Elizabeth came to life again" And under lacerations of dawn She returned
Like a flame unto a deathshead
With a promise to burn
Secrets brooded as She rode
Through mist and marsh to where they showed
Her castle walls wherein the restless
Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning
Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep
Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung
Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry
The biblical prattled their mantras
Hexes six-tripled their fees
But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed
And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally... 3. Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids Hear Me now!
All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... Maleficent in dusky rose
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts
Like blood upon the snow
A tourniquet of Topaz
Glistened at Her throat
Awakening, pulled from the tomb
Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon
That She outshone as a fallen star
A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery
Commanding unease
Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna
Of society at court
Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause
Though Her torchlit shadow
Thrown upon damp cellar walls
Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown
Her path, that the dark
Had marked its dominion
Spaying the confessor
Whose caresses she'd known,
As whipcord in the House of Dog
Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced
The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face
With this disdain, inside these veins
(Highborn wanton that She was)
She sought to keep what age would claim
Her soul was sold and for this toll
Reeking pyres ever smouldered
On the whims of one so in control
Elizabeth, mysterious.
Cruelty brought thee orchids
From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries
And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs
Exhumed by scrying eyes
Madness came upon
Her like an amourous lover's seed
Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin
In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection
Twas as if Her pallor gleamed
Like an angel's warmed by candles
Where erotic stains had cleaved
So demons dragged this libertine
Lusts screaming for release
Upon the flesh of maidens preened
As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance
Her gaze held a seance
Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune
A sleeter mistress than Luna
Whose threats to consume Her
Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back
Pack-prey for the reams
Of verses and curses
That haunted Her dreams
Midnightmare chimed
Thirteen in Her mind
A disciple of scars
Branded years hissed behind
Ridden split-thighed
By the Father of lies
An ovation of wolves
Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever
She came, a spent storm
From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office
Inside every gate
To lick righteous holes
Blinding Lords to the fate
Of virgins forced naked
To defile on rent knees
Hacked and racked backwards
Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More.
Twitching make me wet with thee
Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection
Twas as if Her pallor gleamed
Like an angel's warmed by candles
Where erotic stains had cleaved
So demons dragged this libertine
Lusts screaming for release
Upon the flesh of maidens preened
As canvas for caprice Raped of faith, She now embraced
The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face
With this disdain, inside these veins
(Highborn wanton that She was)
She sought to keep what age would claim
Her soul was sold and for this toll
Reeking pyres ever smouldered
On the whims of one so in control
Elizabeth, mysterious.
Cruelty brought thee orchids
From the bowels of the abyss
From the bowels of the abyss 4. Beneath The Howling Stars Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
Woebetidings of rebirth
Under cold stares of Mars maligned
Near-suicides cross their hearts
And unborns writhe in tepid brine
For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Elizabeth, paragon of vice
Watches the sun set pyres alight
As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep
Like spellbound paramours at Her feet A chatter of bells without
Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge
From sleighs hastened through snow lit red
Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell Her face
She will outblind them all
That heavenly bodies would fall from grace
To possess such a lustrous pall For beauty is always Cruel...
For beauty is always... (Let destiny in chains commence...
Damnation under Gods seeking recompense
Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued
Elizabeth's mood
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
In slick black iciness it grew
To consume
The wench Her tower tombed
Tending to Her costume
Bore the brunt of the storm
When the needle askewed
She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through
Restored to jaded bliss
This evisceratrix
Descended to the ball
With painted blood upon Her lips
Passing like a comet so white
As to eclipse
The waltz wound down, transfixed Devoid of all breath in the air
Even Death paled to compare
To the taint of Her splendour
So rare and engendered
'Pon the awed throng gathered
There... Beneath the howling stars She danced so macabre
Men entranced divined from Her gait
That this angel stepped from a pedestal
Had won remission from fate
By alighting to darker spheres
Delighting in held sway
For She was not unlike the Goddess
To whom the wolves bayed "Whilst envy glanced daggers
From court maidens, arboured
Who whispered in sects
Of suspicions abroad
That Elizabeth bewitched
See how even now the whore casts
Her spells upon the Black Count
Whom Her reddened lips hold fast" Tongue unto tongue
Swept on tides without care
For the harpies who rallied
Their maledict glares
A halo of ravens tousled Her hair
Chandeliers a tiara
For passions ensnared "Phantasies sexed
When their eyes, moonstruck met
Their friction wore a way
Through the sea of foreplay
Lovers at first bite
She an Eve tempted to lay
Gasping at rafters
Flesh pressed in ballet" But caprice, honours leashed
She absconded the feast
To prowl wonderland
Beasts in hand from the Keep
Of Feudal dilemma
Well mantled in furs
Through cullis to watch
Dogstars howl at the earth On this violent night
Unholy night
Winds lashed their limbs together
As the ether vent its wintry spite She wished His kiss on Her frozen landscapes
To excite the bleak advance
From castle bowers
Wherein small hours
The Devil never came by chance
A lone charm tied to Her inner thigh
Sent lusts nova as hooves trod
Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet
Were flung to a wayward god Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
Woebetidings of rebirth
Under cold stares of Mars maligned
Near-suicides cross their hearts
And unborns writhe in tepid brine
For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Pounding upon the pauper ridge
Earshot of a hunched beldame
Elizabeth teased, would He dare to please
Such elderly loins enflamed?
To this He feigned a grim disdain
Playing to Her slayful eye
But the hag replied... "This girl that chides
Will soon be as plagued with age as I" Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath
For Elizabeth's grace could raise
A flag of truce in burning heaven
Or the dead from early graves
Yet still She seethed
This proud Snow Queen
Embittered with the cursed retort
And because He sought Her loves onslaught
He gutted the crone for sport Soon in full moon fever they were wed
Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed
Littered with aphrodisiacs
To tease dynastic union
And beget them further maniacs Elizabeth
Free reigned, now a Countess
Outwielded and outwore
Her title like a favoured dress
Whilst Her errant Lord
Whose seasons savoured war
Stormed black to fell the infidel
Her embers, tempered, roared. 6. Desire In Violent Overture Nights came tralling ghost concertos
Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows
Playing torture chamber music allegretto
Conducting over throes trashed to crescendo Skinless the dark shall scream
Hoarse Her symphonies Deathmashed as the moon
That had lifted Her dreams
And frowned on the winding steps down
To where the vulgar strayed,
Taunting sick Her tender prey
She glided in Her bridal gown How sleep the pure
Desire in Violent Overture An emanation of phantom madness
The Countess beheld in shroud
By girls bereft of future vows
Soon to wed in white the frosted ground
Burning like a brand on the countenance of god
A yearning took Her hand to His Seraphim, bound Deep red hissed the cat whips
On the whim of ill-will
Whilst She entranced, nonchalant, abliss
Flayed further songs of overkill How weep the pure
Desire in Violent overture In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses
Pooled blood and broken dolls
A torchlit shadow theatre souled
With the echoed cries of lives She stole Killing time
She struck the hours dead
In Her control
Thus menopaused
Her clock of hacked out cunts
Began to toll "Thirteen chimes of ancient strain
I conjure forth with dirge
That fills the void with timbred pain
To fulfil my sexual urge" Frights came wailing from the Darkside
Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes
Velvet, their voices coffined Her in slumber
Bespattered and appeased
As pregnant skies outside bore thunder How sleep the pure
Desire in violent overture As when high winds
Attune whipped trees
Her savage nature pitched
Would once again conduct the pleas
Of those She loved to agonies As if it were
The first time every night
That She carved Her seal
In the flesh of life. 7. The Twisted Nails Of Faith "Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?
For if I shall see thy Will be done
Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue" Three moondials froze in the shadow of six
As another soul passed to the grasping Styx
Clutching their trinket crucifix
Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge
Omens of corruption from within the church
A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold altar
The castle and its keep
Like faerytale dominion rose
A widow to the snow peaks
Wherein reclined the Countess
Limbs purring from the kill
Bathed in virgin white and like the night
Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf
That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
Of Her life as a mere reflection
(As the moon's in narrow windows caught)
That opened like dark eyelids on
The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a Siren weaving song
From the lilt of choirs choking
Where the vengeful dead
Belong... To the Sorceress and Her charnel arts
She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars
'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars
To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there,
In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared Was it the Kiss of the mist
That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
Lost souls begging resurrection
From Gods upon their forest plinths
Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win
Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin In a tongue hilted in invective rectums
Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed
To Death, to rend the slender veil
That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows swelled
The Countess fell
To masturbating with Her dagger
As the Witch gabbled spells
Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell
As sudden thunder's grue harangue
Announced two pincered worlds Exuding bane, something came
With the stench of necrophiled graves
To these clandestines
Who shrank from glimpsing horror
That the growls of mating houls inclined... Resplendent
In pendants
(Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns)
A demons, bewinged, bedight
In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run
An arctic tongue upon Her vulva
Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
Receiving sole communion from the body of christ "If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend
I will yield this witch to thee
If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me
O'er lengthening scars of age and grief" As the Demon slavered foetid vows
And bore His prey away
In talons itching to perpetrate
The nausea of eternal rape
The Sorceress screaming in His grasp
Spat a final curse to stain
The Countess with the promise
That Her lord at war would be cruelly slain And She would rot.
Alone
Insane.
On the twisted nails of faith. 8. Bathory Aria I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed
As Death left impressing
His crest of cold tears on the Countess Benighted like ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory shrouded
'Neath griefs dark facade If only I could have wept
In mourning by Her side
I would have clasped Her so tight
Like storm-beached Aphrodite
Drowned on Kytherean tides And Kissed Her
For from Her alone
My lips would have known
Enigmas of shadowy vistas Where pleasures took flesh
And pain, remorseless
Came freezing the breath
Of raucous life hushed unto whispers Benighted. Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept Benighted. Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her soul II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies
With revenge upon life
Gnathic and Sapphic
Needs begged gendercide Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in bondage
From light to night hurled
Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl....... But soon,
Her tarot proved
Hybrid rumours spread like tumours
Would accrue
And blight Her stars
However scarred
To better bitter truths
Of cold bloodbaths As bodies rose
In rigid droves
To haunt Her from their
Shallow burials imposed
When wolves exhumed
Their carthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured long
To bare their wounds To the depths of Her soul they pursued
Wielding their poison they flew
Like a murder of ravens in fugue And knowing their raptures
Would shatter Her dreams
She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies So Hallow's Eve
As She received
Like Bellona to the ball
Those enemies
Fell-sisters heaved
Her torturies
Cross stained flagstones
To Her carriage reined to flee But She knew She must brave the night through
Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a murder of ravens in Fugue For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares
And even Her dance
In the vast mirrors cast
Looked the ill of Her future
If fate feasted there.... III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith
When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced
With those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped... She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of Youth from the pure
Whilst Her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to extremes
O'er decades unleashed
Came for blood's silken cure But Her reign ended swiftly
For Dark Gods dreamt too deep
To heed Her pleas When Her gaolers were assailed
With condemnations from a priest
Who'd stammered rites
In the dead of night
For maidens staining winding sheets And She postured proud
When Her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant lips
Though She smelt the fires
That licked limbs higher
To the tortured cunts of accomplices So ends this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the pyre's bite
By dint of nobled bloodlined birth
Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no respite Forever severed from the thrill of coming night
Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight "The Spirits have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company" My soul to Hell for company
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| 10. Lustmord And Wargasm (The Lick Of Carnivorous Winds) An Archangel in bondage
Bediademed, souled
With a murder of ravens
But no less Astarte to behold
Abandoned by Heaven
To the dead, dark and past
Cast Her dispersions
On life's brittle glass And though Her eyes still held fire
As stonewalls caged the beast
'Gainst the lassitudes of Death
She fought but fell to greet
And midst lies in collusion
She was martyred to teach
That "Divinity and Lust
Are forever forbidden to meet" But I swore that they would
Before the veil could part our embrace
Twixt Her cold, silent hips I kissed
And promised Christendom in flames Gravid with madness
Like a feculent dirge
That obsesses the heart
I am covened by words To avenge Her
Ebon splendour
And surrender
My soul to the dead to achieve
Prophecies of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying o'er carious herds Vexing nightmares
And their weak prayers
To a no one there
To hinder Her decree To weed the world of their disease As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their congregation How they plead to the skies
But this is mere foreplay to war Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal
Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest
A psychophant, the despoiler of faith
Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese For Her interred
I tore a battle banner from His hide
Splashed in red goetia
Hues of Hell and deicide
So came the night
Its obsidian light
Is a master whom disasters
Suck upon like concubines
And under black skirts
That whisper of delight
Darkseeds near fruition
Darked deeds to marry mine "In Death's bed I have lain
Paying lip-service to shame
But for dreaming of thee I regain
A reason to seek life again" Then we smite the divine
For our true nature is sin
To strip tender flesh from these swine
Like the lick of carnivorous winds The breath of the storm that begins
By forcing its Herod tongue in
The womb of the holy virgin
To taste of immaculate sin From temptation's peak we will see
The world unfurled at last
Now the wolves of time who stalk Mankind
Shall be as one in grim repast Commemorating sickle moons
The pack are poised to reap
A scythe of white roses in bloom
Whose twisted thorns will keep
A crown upon a dead man
Daylights crucified in sleep
And lives that hide in scriptured lies
To the memories of a scream And we shall dance amid the ruin
As Adam and Evil
Dizzy at the falling stars
That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval If all must we damn for this moment
Then it shall be so
For our souls have crossed oceans of time
To clasp one another more tightly
Than Death could alone... As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl
The talons of lust rake a clarion call
To the lick of carnivorous winds The lick of carnivorous winds
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| From The Cradle To Enslave – 1999 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 clouds, 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 serpant 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
PAN DAEMON AEON 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 flame repay
All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day
We should have cut our losses 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 ned of everything you have ever known
Buried like vanquished reason
Death in season
Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war
On our knees or another fucker's shore
Hailing 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 tragedied
That the Seraphim shall sing Old adverseries
Next of 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 Tabulatures 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 sealed chaeau we fell
To demonocracy
Where neither Adam or Eve
Concieved of such iniquities
From pleasure or pain
Or the razor's edge inbetween Thou art my seventh heaven burning
Going down as with the sun... Writhing 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 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-syncs me in for the kill
Tongue-tied, tightroped and spread like disease
I drain the cup of this Miss Sire
Her waters into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming
Neath the forked tongue of the beast
Arching towards the fables
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 throats
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 ungent 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 Turn the lights down low
And close the door, oh
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, Whoa 4. Sleepless 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 dear 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. Funeral In Carpathia Candelabra sunffed, prey – silhouette wedded
Nightfall take my hand
Seduce me with silky timbred limbs
Grant me thu dark command
Over the peaks framing tapestries
Of thick forest, dusk has filled
With Lucifugous kissed enwreathed in mist
Creeping like violations from the shadows
to kill Lucretia
Is my love in vein
When thu tears bleed sweeter
Than 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... (In sadean paradise
Ancestral legacies linger on...) 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 shrond of preternatural sleep
Embroeded 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... This catafalque night when awed stars report
Their absence from the heavenly brow
Crippled seaph shalt cower in illustrious courts
Whilst the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills
My heart, though unhealed
Celestial knives ebonied
And wild woods thrill
Yet far fiecer 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 an blessed
With this darkness...Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil
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| Midian – 2000 2. Cthulhu Dawn Cthulhu dawn Spatter the stars
Douse their luminosity
With our amniotic retch Promulgating the birth
Of another Hell on Earth
Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh
A necrotic cattle brand
The hissing downfall pentagram
Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned
But no Passover is planned
A great renewal growls at hand
And only when they're running
Will they come to understand... So ends the pitiful reign of Man When the moon exhales
Behind a veil
Of widowhood and clouds
On a Biblical scale
We raise the stakes
To silhouette the impaled
Crowds... Within this kissed disembowel arena
A broken seal on an ancient curse
Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach
With lightning reach and genocidal thirst
Mountains of archaos theories
In collision as at planetary dawn
Apocalypse's razorbacks
Beat wings on glass as thunder cracks
Unfurled across a world hurled to the black Cthulhu dawn Shatter the glass house
Wherein spirits breathe out
Halitosis of the soul
From a recking abscess
Plague of far righteousness
All fates hang in the balance
Mocking crucified dolls
An inquisition outs
When the Sun goes out our powers
Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel
As they have for countless lustrum
In dark Midian accustoned
To burning effigies of our enemies well So begins the sibilant world Death knell... When a corpse wind howls
And awakes from drowse
The scheming dead freed
Of gossamer shrouds
We gorgonise eyes
Of the storm aroused
Red... Blinding time
All lines dine on this instance
A melting spool of beggar, negative frames
The skies teem alive, to watch die
Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves... Cthulhu dawn 3. Saffron's Curse Through arcades where shimmering snowfall
Lay in state with the sad and damned
A rent lament barely flung above a whisper
Drew Me like a ghost to the haunts of Man I Found Her tempting fate between Her wrist and razor
A kindred spirit in a graveyard
Beneath the stature of a colder saviour
Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
And through the chill earth it bedwed Her drawling breast
Like a come dream true under etched glass spent
Making love to the beautiful dead She has sinned and severed Heaven
And in it's vulgar sight
Two figures writhe, but one silhouette
Extends it's fingers to the light "Gothic towers tottered on Her heels
As She fled asylum grounds
Committing hard crimes to soft cells
Where now another's screams resound" From the gaspings in Her passing
Six feet under or beneath frayed gown
When Her hands pointed to midnight
In a white stained chamber bound I Swept Her from the abyss of another dementia
Freeing Her soul from the fetters of fate
To take the reins of pleasure
Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure
At the glimpse of charmed pins in Her thighs
Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch
Out of spite and playful eyes Pricked as a Witch Her stitches itch
For familiar lips to lick them dry
Whilst the dark regrasps, for if She asks
The Sun forsakes the rite to rise
And is the first to discern, that this Angel's return
Is a vengefull call on grace
For even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts
A leap of twisted fate betrayed... The scars will last until the stars
Caught in Her train bewitched
Fall into line and yeild the sign
That Dawn in born to their eclipse For Our In humankind
Comes an underdog day Sunrise
Rippling with fire llike femaledition
Iplintered Her coffin and lay on the floor
Of a vault with Her clasped as the moon hugs the shore
What treachery this that She breathed no more?
Christ you bastard! I wished Her back but the dead adored Her
Even wild winds sang in chora for
Her Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore
We'd be together more... Creation froze with the triumph of Death
But still She stirred and awoke bereft
Of concern save for the aeons left
To lead the darkness... She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it
I dream of being God but ever living to regret it
Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for
The Devil on Her knees To grant Her lows a remedy
And mine desire's wish
To taste thereof of Heaven's scent
As sick and twisted as it is
For Her corset laced with arsenic
Hides snake curves within Her midst
Whilst Her halo of white lies supplies
Her temple to what God forbids. 4. Death Magick For Adepts Come distortured artists Bitter things seek meaning
Even if they're madness to behold
Once forbears to horizons
Where the dead stayed dreaming
Now nightmares waken souls
That fear the living's toll Gova, Bosch and Brueghel
Three times moonwise stain thy graves
For words alone are at loss to trace
The face of today's inhuman wraith One half adrift in the vast abyss
Of despair and misery
The other a mask of rich red lips
Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed All damned in this inferno
Where even Virgil averts His eyes
From the black mass mutual gang rape
Of Caesing hands an forced divides Trespass these seven gates
To a world bloodlet to shades
Where Seraphim
(Falling on deaf ears) bleat
Of their cold and coming Master's race
In the seweres of Babylon Stillborn to a trough anon
Chimiracles will hatch like plots
To dredge faeces to pearl their cross Enter Penteholocaust!
Five Aeons past, yet still Man grasps
At final straws to save his cast His Lord is a leper we shall not want
He betrayed us with white lies
His acrid pall as of the tomb
Reminds us how we rot inside Gutted like fool's paradise
Glutted on cruel appetites... Holding court to chaos
Folding to far graver arms
A downfall fatal to all resounds
As orgies peak in self centred psalms And Nature screams Her sufferings
Under bowed and cankered wings
A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning
Like the robes we've torn from Her She begs Us lay Her pain to rest
Lest We are left with nothingness
Save for Her stripped and ravished flesh And if Her fate is not portent of Apocalypse
Then the comets that graxe nightskies
Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs
When you and I and all else dies... It's rotting down
This carcass Maggotropolis Interdependent as worms to the grave
Allah's true name is naught
Chist acannot save
Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps
Spells of regret...
Death Magick for Adepts Be prepared to fulfill prophecies
The glorious fall of a sin dynasty Gutted like fool's paradise
Glutted on cruel appeitites... "We've woven hearts a thorn arbour
Left tear streaked reason upon the shore
And bereft of compass, star or more
Set out for this World's end
Few at the prow, most slave below
Painting coal a perfect gold
But for all it's worth, the engines slow
Dead in the brine again
Come cabin fever, sodomy on the bounty
Prey to phallus seas
That hiss and foam to douse disease
A storm roars on the way
Blacker than the Ace of Rapes
Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades
Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade Sinks, dashed by seismic waves..." 5. Lord Abortion I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her
Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll... I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed thair own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave Counting My years on an abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on My come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath
Horrorscopes My diorama
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as well as out
A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow My house of cards
All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
In brute vermillion parts... Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack My ambition is to slay anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within "My heart was a wardrum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in My lap
Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in My mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..." The suspect shadow sher they least
Expect My burning grasp to reach The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred Rainbows that My razors wrung
Midst Her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite My spiteful tongue
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
I weep, they merely stare...
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare. 6. Amor E Morte Her bouquets are wilted
Too long has She slept
Their cruel red mouths darkened
To bowed silhouettes
I saw in a new moon
With Her scent on my breath
But then all to soon
Came the hunger for flesh I held Her in eyes like necropoli
Laying Her on a tomb with a view
Lighting Her from Her feet
To the stars in Her hair
Drove sweet blood to Her throat
And My lips parted there (In the tone of splintered bone)
She screams benighted
My limbs ignite
A carneal carnivore
On all fours to go... An ebon Nemesis
From torture gardens of Dis
Having never breathed an Eve
As far narcotic as this
Two spellbound hellhounds
Hearts pounding loud
Racing Heaven out of focus
Under quicksilver clouds "God is maimed come let us prey..."
To lunar deities that pave deadways
Twixt the living and the grave
Amor e Morte
To cast our fearl shadows there
We made Love bleed on a Deathbed shared
Where, begging Me to feed
To best be Were... I licked Her wounds and ate Her rare Argentinum spurred
her watnon words incurred
A sin ridden tongue
To open trading in fur
Never were those gates of pearl
So rubbed to their cusp
Never were the Worlds above
So bitten with the bestial... Seraphim fell like guillotines
Giving gracious head Instead of harking prophecies
And how our brother sang Amor e Morte
In the thick evergreens
Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls
Shifting shape and lifting napes
To commemorate Erotic stains
Amor e Morte Unfasten thy masque
Come skyclad to my arms
Leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet
I yearn musky valleys that no Man hath seen
The chill keen of stars
Over Yew and deep wooded ravines
A hidden meridian
Where Midian may be... In black antlered glades
Encunted in this forest Goddess
She whispers My name
I buck under flames
Animal nitrates
Howling through my veins I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore
New lusts ecllipsing lips
That brought me to this verge of War
With inner beasts unleashed
To feast, fuck and run
Rampart in chase of She wolf pacts
Forged on heat with setting Suns I love the night
It would murder My soul
Should I ever fall blind
For though thy flesh haunts
I keep also in mind The stampede of clouds
From Dusk's predatory sky Purple versed like the funeral hearse
That first turned thee over to My...
Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist
Dressed for the sepulchre
My Demon bride... "God is maimed come let Us prey..."
To Lunar Deities that pave deadways
Twixt the living and the grave
Amor e Morte
Ours was a chorus for raucous souls
Shifting sape and lifting nape
To commemorate
Erotic stains Amor e Morte
Amor e Morte 8. Her Ghost In The Fog "The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..." She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snos
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog They raped left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog 9. Satanic Mantra "Archangel, Dark Angel Lend me thy light
Through Death's veil
'Til we have Heaven in sight!" 10. Tearing The Veil From Grace Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night A tragic yet magickal fall from grace
Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste
Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining souls torn from Giod's given Reich
Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight And Hell knows we sought victory
Chancing the leash
But when bad die were cast
We were cast down to die
A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes
So scholars might say we were blinded by pride
Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind)
Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived
Regaining His sights for the storming of skies... And after descenturies have crawled, vilified
Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives For eternity is a coprophagic
Backward figure head
Gorging on Her own bitter end
And We have eaten shit
Until we're close to addicts
Now grime is running out
For us to make amends To retake what once was lost
To exalt our throne above the stars of God "To throw our fuck into gates and guts
Of a severed neverland
Where we, the damned
Once pleasured ran
Like seamen from the phallus sea" Atrocious oceans must be crossed
To exalt our throne above the stars of God The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs
Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise... Throwing shades of war before like prophecy
Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep
...Nasty reap of freaks forsaken
And when sultry Dusk disrobes they'll learn
She is not a natural blonde
For the lower She goes the darker it grows
An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan Fellated Satan
Screams congeal in clotted pearl
As He unfurls from aching hibernation Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra
As lighting streaks with fire
Black clouds that shroud the Earth
Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories
But now the Sun is loath to come
The crescent moon is freed... Elated Satan
The scimitar slash to the undergash
Of Heaven too slight for penetration We strike as wolves from the thickening fog
To exalt our throne ove the stars of God
Lowly holy goats bare the brunt
Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt
Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells
that smell of blessed cunt
Like a convent where crosses rust
From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun
There where deeper needs are begged of lust
And cess and less impress enough Obtaining the ord of Our Gaurdian, Anger
And Death's tunnel vision
Bad thing in collision The locking of eyes and jagged antler Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams
Feasting from throats of celestial theives
And God knows we seek victory
Now that we are unleashed
To drive nails home of blind faith through those
Who drove us from error to terror below
Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies
Tarred with red honey, the plaster
Of many a spire that aspired to rise
Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die... In the start like a cast
In morality plays
Our hearts wore a mask
Of dead rooks in the rain
The World was our cloister
No prayer, bent in shame
Our once lucent plumage
Stung with horn withered grey...
and away...
As Aeons slew so we grew to myth
Revenge accrued to a monolith
Bursting through from our roofed abyss
Like an aether greased fist
Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed
Our horror pours through the orifice
Where once the spheres and archangels kissed
Phallelujah! Fellated Satan
His coming assails
The Night In Gales
That bewail turned tides
That engulf their nation Now divintity is a worm ridden mouth
In a darkened high house
Overrun by disease
So let the truth be wrung
That the Banished Ones intent
On reinstatement have won We breathe by virtue of their rot
Now our souls exult above the stars of God
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| 11. Tortured Soul Asylum "Oh, sweet Midian
I burn for thee at heart
Don't despair
Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather
To where pleasure rings deep secrets
In spurts after dark..." * Under full moons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
To curse the stars with vertigo
And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to darker sides
A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies Midian... Haunted by this portent
This obsession in my mind
With a city sunk below
Tall cedar groves and graves sublime
Sporting their importance
Marble wings spread to the skies
A vale of dreams that it would seem
The daylights race to leave behind These visions struck like a furious fuck
Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls
Flashes of lust to dust
Splashed across my psychic pall
As hybrid lovers reached their cusp
With final thrusts I saw it all Forbidden Midian
A long fabled Judecca
A sanctuary for sin...
To rival Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic wreck
(Though the only Angels in repose
Were those with ivy strangled necks)
Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault
Gaunt, haunched edifices
Midst lightfingered mists
From whence more awful shadows
Drew back rusted bolts
And dared a threshold
The searing Sun had knelt to kiss Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth
The Tribes of Christ will not forgive
And shall not suffer their kind to live For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs
Or their waltz so sibilant
Through the gathering gloom
But from flumes of the moon in bloom
Baring cach a face effaced
And raped in the womb In hidden Midian
A vatican lying in state
For the sanctity of sin...
To rival Heaven
Above Eden's birth defects
Though the only Angels that arose
Were those who fell to most requests
Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters
Haunched, flaunted orifice
Midst lighter fingered mists
Whilst I watched without revolt
Carnalities few beasts permit Between the dog and wolf
Bared fangs met in intercourse
A nightly rite of teeth and cunt
For those below who rose to hunt Sor sights that preyed on Me for days
And in laudenum's haze
I painted them all... The slew of sith and kin
I drew in blood, my veins in thrall
To Deathugees at peace within (An underworld free of Mortal rule)
Crotesques and wolves in womens skins
The raven winged and missing limbed
Suicides and split thighed Seraphim And marble stairs
Stargrazers dare
Ascend like prayer
(As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares)
Under fullmoons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the recking weed of a demon freed
To curse the star with vertigo
And in their dance, in trance I prise wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to other sides
A labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian... I know I've seen
Through the blackbacked mirrors in sanity
Lucent prides amassed in last retreat
Prurient souls but no more freaks
Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from Me
And just like grim ascension prophecies
My revenge, carved deep, will be
A grisly plot that reads
Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams
When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me... Exhuming the moon
Through the bars in My room
The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through...
But no Genobites rise to claim Me for you No! No! No!
Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell No! No! No!
With prophets and losses
And dead men from crosses
My fate is a preview of derelict Hell
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| Bitter Suites To Succubi – 2001 2. All Hope In Eclipse A thousand nights once succoured Me
In the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy
Sat gargoyle-limbed amid My licking flame A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults
Sent Rebellion's embers into revolt
The comming of extinction
Synched to whimpers of my name...
Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity
An acid reign to purify the world
The Asp at Pharaoh's breast
The Atom split under duress
A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl My heart, torn apart, left a rifled grave...
Save for an unfurled flag of hate
To enthral a mindless zombie race All heil, all heil, all heil the serpentine's gift
All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse Black bibles I incribed,
The words "Damnation through design"
Seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie
For as hope was felled by reason
Forlorn became the season
And Death was swift to swallow on the hells of life Lowered souls, growing cold, tentered easy prey
When heaven's flock, a fair game, dropped
I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim... All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine's wish
All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse (There was not a prayer left in this wretched world) Then between the past and the ravening dark
A sly Messiah came
In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed
She stole the soul hate had sold away An ancient chil blew down the centuries
That night atonement's eyes
Lit a burning man in Me When love lay bleeding
And Fates sate feeding
>From wounds gored 'neath
Those cherubic wings
She of kindred light
Gladly sacrificed
Eternity
Just to be
With Me As the moon whose silvered fingers play
On words and dreams too cursed for day
She led my hand to lands I'd not accrued
Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair
And faith renewed, leapt joyous there
I praised their worth, then planned their conquest too... All heil, all heil, all heil the serpentine's gift
All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine's wish
All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse
...and ignorance is truly bliss. 3. Born In A Burial Gown Sibilant and macabre
Walpurgis sauntered in
Skies litten with five-pointed stars
The work of crafts surpassing sin
As She graced Her window ledge
– An orphaned gypsy nymph
This issue of the forest's bed
Skin flushed with sipped absinthe –
Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak
Tried once concealing Hell
A snow white line of divine freaks
In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight
For seven days and seven festival nights
What wicked wonders lie within the comfines
Of the panther's den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue
The restless spirit of Christmas to come
A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb
Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world going down
War-torn, forlorn and malarial
She was found
Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross
Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose
In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid
In innocence, a tender legend of prey
Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world going down
War-torn, forlorn and malarial
She was found
Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator's guile
Beyond the firelit circle of life
She soothes your cold heart for a while
Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife
She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case
Espied by Her cross on the wall
And should She awake, through embrace or mistake
She would take Jesus
Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last
The circus crawled away
With another lover in its arms
Dancing on Her grave... 4. Summer Dying Fast Through acrid clouds of summer flies
the garden swells with a thousand more wise
Forever flung to celestial dreams
clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approaching
the darkness calls my name
the trees are growing restless
they feel the season change
their fruit has putrified
forbidden once and bound to die
the thread of life lies severed
on the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled
dash towers tall that grip the sun
talons stretch her veil
reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings
and lays the path for those unseen
a tangled web of evil spun at last...
Winter spawn from barren thighs
to readdress, to slay the blind
and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising
Diana moving with such infinite grace
wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall
how many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty
of beauty held in dream-dead sleep
and scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?
Will their "god" of bridled love
assuage our rule from planes above
or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails
that have held you, lurking deep
September prayers are waning
burn the shrines of fettered sheep
Spearhead the insurrection
of a world that seeks no end
"We are what we are, what we shall be, again..." Appear; draped in terror
to the comfort of your kin
Stain the milky sunset red
and let the other in... Summer's dying... 5. No Time To Cry It's just a feeling
I get sometimes
A feeling
Sometimes
And I get frightened
Just like you
I get frightened too
but it's... (no no no) No time for heartache
(no no no) No time to run and hide
(no no no) No time for breaking down
(no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you've
Got to shake the hand that feeds you
It's just like Adam says
It's not so hard to understand
It's just like always coming down on
Just like Jesus never came and
What did you expect to find
It's just like always here again it's... Everything will be alright
Everything will turn out fine
Some nights I still can't sleep
And the voices pass with time
And I keep
[repeat]
No time for tears
No time to run and hide
No time to be afraid of fear
I keep no time to cry 6. The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh From the primeval mass
let precious chaos vent
Sacred flesh drenched in fornication
beloved by Set
may the winds gather her together
from the secrets of men
after thousands of years of terrifying silence
she comes again (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless
the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born
scattered are the wings of the virulent holy
leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs World without end
cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil
dusk in her eyes
torn bloody weeping skies
darkness will hasten to devour
and the weak will flee or die Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness.
Shes holding an inquisition from the bandaged, feeble, watch. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine
Abandonment unto Our Lady
With a quenchless thirst for the infinite
For Her that exists beyond all knowledge Storming from tired centuries
Under the glare of a waxing death-moon
Terrible beauty of love severed
Rip the baby from the virginal womb The blood of Jesus
Is the wine of the dead
And the drunken angels
Bleed with incest The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts
And yield the swords that sever and stain
There will be no act or passion wrought
That shall not be attributed to Her names To the name of Baphomet...
Artemis, Bastet, Astarte I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising 7. Suicide And Other Comforts I pace, alone
In a place for the dead
Overcome by woe
And here, I've grown
So fond of dread
That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet May,
Dressed in grief
Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand
Tears fall like shards of glass that band
In rivers, like sinners
Swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky
The day that laughter died
Fell swiftly into night
And stayed within Her sight
Staring at the knife
Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me So farewell to distant thunder
Those inept stars I've worshipped under
Fall father, their Father
Lies in wait in flames below
Whilst my love, a blood red flower
Calls to me from verdant bowers
Graveside, I cry
Please save me from this Hell I know A darkened sky
The day that laughter died
Fell swiftly into night
And stayed within Her sight
Staring at the knife
Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me An eye for an eye as espied in the bible
My faith is lost to the burning of idols
One less cross to press upon the survival
Of this lorded agony And I, (much as I have tried
To bury Her from mind,
Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...)
Still sense Her presence so divine
Lithe arms about my throat
Like pining swans entwined
Footfalls at nightfall close to mine Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars
See Her face in every natural feature
Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever...
With glee deceiving me Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her
Sirensong to sing along, no finer
Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor
Strike a chord with misery No light nor reef
No unsinkable of romance keeps me
Safely from the stormy seas
Now drowning, resounding
Death-knells pound my dreams
Unthinkable to dredge through this
Listless and lonely winter frieze A darken sky
This day hereafter dies
Falls swiftly into night
Abd stays within my sight
Staring at the knife
Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me No more a victime of crsade
Where souls are strung from moral palissades
I slit my wrists and quickly slip away...
I journey now on Summerlands
To grace Her lips with contraband
The blaze once in my veins 8. Dinner At Deviant's Palace Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done, as in heaven, so on earth.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. 9. The Black Goddess Rises II Thee I invoke, bornless one
all woman, pure predator
wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell
like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle
no church shall bar our path
seductive Evil drink your fill
of the bleeding christ in your arms You are in my dreams
the darkness in my eyes
the rapture in my screams
Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart
we could kill them all
if our desire tore free
Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her
as we embrace the dark side by side
I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire
to harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh
suck dry the ebbing wound
leave them lifeless and broken
my beloved... Oh, how I craved for you
You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter
am I to bleed myself dry to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever
(come to me...Black Goddess arise)
when my secrets are buried in thine
(come to me...Black Goddess arise)
under seven stars we came together
(come to me...Black Goddess arise)
to plot the new age's decline
(come to me...ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen
come forth to me
and help me seize
my future from the House of Death That in the release of immortality
I should slay their fucking nazarene
Ah...the lies...the jew...I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm
as love secretes the thrill for war
the virgin raped shall seek to whore
She-wolf bare your snarling jaw 10. Scorched Earth Erotica Sunset, expect
This to be your last with Our vast return
As Death is set
At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress
Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar
Blood-red, yet still unfed
Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified...
The slaughter Lightening freezes seven
Outtakes from the rape of the world
Sins expelled from Heaven
Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air
Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours
Strung where crippled vultures dare
Golgotha
Coughs another cross to grave God's failure Once the forests spired
Nurtured in Nature'heart
Now dreat cedars feed the pyres
Need-fires lit for greater harm
As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred
And the moon arose to phase Her
Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path
Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder
Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder
Kraken-teethed to tear asunder
All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged
We rage like a plague through this age of greed
Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap
A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth
Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor
Whose worth is worse than the curse
Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now
Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ?
Foot in mounth of sacred cows
Facedown in dust and poisoned ground...
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| Lovecraft And Witch Hearts – 2002 2. Dusk And Her Embrace When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake
And the mists steal in with ease
Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes
In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee...." And I will come, as if in dream
My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen
Of vengeful, ancient breed
Gilded with the pelts of many enemies
Erishkigal, raven-haired
Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair
I can taste thy scent by candlelight
Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair
Appease the beast on spattered sheets
Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity....
She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life
Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night
And I have ridden from the westerning light
To expend my lust
Tear away the funereal dress
Know that I will escape from my death
Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight
Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline
Of mist and moth and the hunger inside
Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise
My scarlet tears will run
As stolen blood and whispered love
Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony
And snow-white balletic grace
Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish
For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flit through the shadows
Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow
Under deadly nightshade
Still warmed with the kill's afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me
(Beneath the stars taste the death in me)
Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss
To sever thin mortality Elizabeth
My heart is thine
Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine.... "Let me come to thee
With eyes like Asphodel
Moon-glancing, loose desires free
To writhe under my spell" Ereshkigal, raven-haired
Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair
I know thy scent by candlelight
Immortal flesh I yearn to share
Appease the beast on spattered sheets
Dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps
Nocternity
She shall come for me.... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus
How the full embosomed fog
Imparts the night to us.... 3. Beneath The Howling Stars Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
Woebetidings of rebirth
Under cold stares of Mars maligned
Near-suicides cross their hearts
And unborns writhe in tepid brine
For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Elizabeth, paragon of vice
Watches the sun set pyres alight
As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep
Like spellbound paramours at Her feet A chatter of bells without
Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge
From sleighs hastened through snow lit red
Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell Her face
She will outblind them all
That heavenly bodies would fall from grace
To possess such a lustrous pall For beauty is always Cruel...
For beauty is always... (Let destiny in chains commence...
Damnation under Gods seeking recompense
Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued
Elizabeth's mood
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
In slick black iciness it grew
To consume
The wench Her tower tombed
Tending to Her costume
Bore the brunt of the storm
When the needle askewed
She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through
Restored to jaded bliss
This evisceratrix
Descended to the ball
With painted blood upon Her lips
Passing like a comet so white
As to eclipse
The waltz wound down, transfixed Devoid of all breath in the air
Even Death paled to compare
To the taint of Her splendour
So rare and engendered
'Pon the awed throng gathered
There... Beneath the howling stars She danced so macabre
Men entranced divined from Her gait
That this angel stepped from a pedestal
Had won remission from fate
By alighting to darker spheres
Delighting in held sway
For She was not unlike the Goddess
To whom the wolves bayed "Whilst envy glanced daggers
From court maidens, arboured
Who whispered in sects
Of suspicions abroad
That Elizabeth bewitched
See how even now the whore casts
Her spells upon the Black Count
Whom Her reddened lips hold fast" Tongue unto tongue
Swept on tides without care
For the harpies who rallied
Their maledict glares
A halo of ravens tousled Her hair
Chandeliers a tiara
For passions ensnared "Phantasies sexed
When their eyes, moonstruck met
Their friction wore a way
Through the sea of foreplay
Lovers at first bite
She an Eve tempted to lay
Gasping at rafters
Flesh pressed in ballet" But caprice, honours leashed
She absconded the feast
To prowl wonderland
Beasts in hand from the Keep
Of Feudal dilemma
Well mantled in furs
Through cullis to watch
Dogstars howl at the earth On this violent night
Unholy night
Winds lashed their limbs together
As the ether vent its wintry spite She wished His kiss on Her frozen landscapes
To excite the bleak advance
From castle bowers
Wherein small hours
The Devil never came by chance
A lone charm tied to Her inner thigh
Sent lusts nova as hooves trod
Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet
Were flung to a wayward god Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
Woebetidings of rebirth
Under cold stares of Mars maligned
Near-suicides cross their hearts
And unborns writhe in tepid brine
For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Pounding upon the pauper ridge
Earshot of a hunched beldame
Elizabeth teased, would He dare to please
Such elderly loins enflamed?
To this He feigned a grim disdain
Playing to Her slayful eye
But the hag replied... "This girl that chides
Will soon be as plagued with age as I" Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath
For Elizabeth's grace could raise
A flag of truce in burning heaven
Or the dead from early graves
Yet still She seethed
This proud Snow Queen
Embittered with the cursed retort
And because He sought Her loves onslaught
He gutted the crone for sport Soon in full moon fever they were wed
Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed
Littered with aphrodisiacs
To tease dynastic union
And beget them further maniacs Elizabeth
Free reigned, now a Countess
Outwielded and outwore
Her title like a favoured dress
Whilst Her errant Lord
Whose seasons savoured war
Stormed black to fell the infidel
Her embers, tempered, roared. 4. Her Ghost In The Fog "The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..." She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snos
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog They raped left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog 5. Funeral In Carpathia (Be Quick Or Be Dead Mix) 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... (in saddean paradise
Ancestral legacies linger on....) 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
Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept
For Her immortal soul
In this response, 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 Masterbating in their graves
On her zenith to come... 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" Erunescent veil descend
Psalmed sunset thus portends
And laid to rest, I now am blessed
With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil 6. The Twisted Nails Of Faith "Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?
For if I shall see thy Will be done
Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue" Three moondials froze in the shadow of six
As another soul passed to the grasping Styx
Clutching their trinket crucifix
Bats blew from caves in a dissonant surge
Omens of corruption from within the church
A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold altar
The castle and its keep
Like faerytale dominion rose
A widow to the snow peaks
Wherein reclined the Countess
Limbs purring from the kill
Bathed in virgin white and like the night
Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf
That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
Of Her life as a mere reflection
(As the moon's in narrow windows caught)
That opened like dark eyelids on
The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a Siren weaving song
From the lilt of choirs choking
Where the vengeful dead
Belong... To the Sorceress and Her charnel arts
She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars
'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars
To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there,
In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared Was it the Kiss of the mist
That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
Lost souls begging resurrection
From Gods upon their forest plinths
Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win
Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin In a tongue hilted in invective rectums
Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed
To Death, to rend the slender veil
That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows swelled
The Countess fell
To masturbating with Her dagger
As the Witch gabbled spells
Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell
As sudden thunder's grue harangue
Announced two pincered worlds Exuding bane, something came
With the stench of necrophiled graves
To these clandestines
Who shrank from glimpsing horror
That the growls of mating houls inclined... Resplendent
In pendants
(Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns)
A demons, bewinged, bedight
In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run
An arctic tongue upon Her vulva
Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
Receiving sole communion from the body of christ "If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend
I will yield this witch to thee
If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me
O'er lengthening scars of age and grief" As the Demon slavered foetid vows
And bore His prey away
In talons itching to perpetrate
The nausea of eternal rape
The Sorceress screaming in His grasp
Spat a final curse to stain
The Countess with the promise
That Her lord at war would be cruelly slain And She would rot.
Alone
Insane.
On the twisted nails of faith.
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| 7. From The Cradle To The 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 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 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 8. Saffron's Curse Through arcades where shimmering snowfall
Lay in state with the sad and damned
A rent lament barely flung above a whisper
Drew Me like a ghost to the haunts of Man I Found Her tempting fate between Her wrist and razor
A kindred spirit in a graveyard
Beneath the stature of a colder saviour
Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques
And through the chill earth it bedwed Her drawling breast
Like a come dream true under etched glass spent
Making love to the beautiful dead She has sinned and severed Heaven
And in it's vulgar sight
Two figures writhe, but one silhouette
Extends it's fingers to the light "Gothic towers tottered on Her heels
As She fled asylum grounds
Committing hard crimes to soft cells
Where now another's screams resound" From the gaspings in Her passing
Six feet under or beneath frayed gown
When Her hands pointed to midnight
In a white stained chamber bound I Swept Her from the abyss of another dementia
Freeing Her soul from the fetters of fate
To take the reins of pleasure
Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure
At the glimpse of charmed pins in Her thighs
Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch
Out of spite and playful eyes Pricked as a Witch Her stitches itch
For familiar lips to lick them dry
Whilst the dark regrasps, for if She asks
The Sun forsakes the rite to rise
And is the first to discern, that this Angel's return
Is a vengefull call on grace
For even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts
A leap of twisted fate betrayed... The scars will last until the stars
Caught in Her train bewitched
Fall into line and yeild the sign
That Dawn in born to their eclipse For Our In humankind
Comes an underdog day Sunrise
Rippling with fire llike femaledition Iplintered Her coffin and lay on the floor
Of a vault with Her clasped as the moon hugs the shore
What treachery this that She breathed no more?
Christ you bastard! I wished Her back but the dead adored Her
Even wild winds sang in chora for Her
Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore
We'd be together more... Creation froze with the triumph of Death
But still She stirred and awoke bereft
Of concern save for the aeons left
To lead the darkness... She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it
I dream of being God but ever living to regret it
Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for
The Devil on Her knees To grant Her lows a remedy
And mine desire's wish
To taste thereof of Heaven's scent
As sick and twisted as it is
For Her corset laced with arsenic
Hides snake curves within Her midst
Whilst Her halo of white lies supplies
Her temple to what God forbids. 9. Malice Through The Looking Glass Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me....
I am assailed by a spectre profounder
Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime I shalt suffer this confessional mime Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
Only once it is dark doth my misery cease She died to a sky dressed in flame
Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice
Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice "I am as dusk come to ravish the light"
Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night
"I will answer thy prayers"
If thou Wouldst drink of my life.... 10. Cruelty Brought The Orchids Hear Me now!
All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... Maleficent in dusky rose
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts
Like blood upon the snow
A tourniquet of Topaz
Glistened at Her throat
Awakening, pulled from the tomb
Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon
That She outshone as a fallen star
A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery
Commanding unease
Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna
Of society at court
Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause
Though Her torchlit shadow
Thrown upon damp cellar walls
Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown
Her path, that the dark
Had marked its dominion
Spaying the confessor
Whose caresses she'd known,
As whipcord in the House of Dog
Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced
The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face
With this disdain, inside these veins
(Highborn wanton that She was)
She sought to keep what age would claim
Her soul was sold and for this toll
Reeking pyres ever smouldered
On the whims of one so in control
Elizabeth, mysterious.
Cruelty brought thee orchids
From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries
And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs
Exhumed by scrying eyes
Madness came upon
Her like an amourous lover's seed
Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin
In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection
Twas as if Her pallor gleamed
Like an angel's warmed by candles
Where erotic stains had cleaved
So demons dragged this libertine
Lusts screaming for release
Upon the flesh of maidens preened
As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance
Her gaze held a seance
Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune
A sleeter mistress than Luna
Whose threats to consume Her
Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back
Pack-prey for the reams
Of verses and curses
That haunted Her dreams
Midnightmare chimed
Thirteen in Her mind
A disciple of scars
Branded years hissed behind
Ridden split-thighed
By the Father of lies
An ovation of wolves
Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever
She came, a spent storm
From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office
Inside every gate
To lick righteous holes
Blinding Lords to the fate
Of virgins forced naked
To defile on rent knees
Hacked and racked backwards
Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More.
Twitching make me wet with thee
Carcass rub me raw" 11. Lord Abortion I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll... I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed thair own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave Counting My years on an abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on My come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath Horrorscopes My diorama
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as well as out
A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow My house of cards
All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
In brute vermillion parts... Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack My ambition is to slay anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within "My heart was a wardrum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in My lap
Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in My mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..." The suspect shadow sher they least
Expect My burning grasp to reach The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred Rainbows that My razors wrung
Midst Her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite My spiteful tongue
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
I weep, they merely stare...
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare. 13. Thirteen Autumns And A Widow [track-original]barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed[/track-original] Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born
On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed
A tragedy crept to the name Bathory Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
Grew so dark as this sylph
None more cold in repose
Yet Her beauty spun webs
Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light
So when She fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed...
Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel
(And possessed of such delights)
For ravens winged Her nightly flights
Of erotica
Half spurned from the pulpit
Torments to occur
Half learnt from the cabal of demons
In Her
Her walk went to voodoo
To see Her own shadow adored
At mass without flaw
Though inwards She abhored
Not Her coven of suitors
But the stare of their Lord "I must avert mine eyes to hymns
For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin
He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites
With Him undead for three long nights" Elizabeth listened
No sermons intoned
Dragged such guilt to Her door
Tombed Her soul with such stone
For She swore the Priest sighed
When She knelt down to atone... She feared the light
So when She fell
Like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed
Her decorum as chaste
To this wolf of the cloth
Pouncing to haunt
Her confessional box
Forgiveness would come
When Her sins were washed off
By rebaptism in white.... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths
'Pon the grave of Her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder
From a whisper to a scream
All sleep seemed cursed
In Faustian verse
But there in orgiastic Hell
No horrors were worse
Than the mirrored revelation
The She kissed the Devil's phallus
By Her own decree... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare
On winds without prayer
Stigmata still wept between Her legs
A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
She sought the Sorceress
Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die
For the throat of Elizabeth
Damnation won and urged the moon
In soliloquy to gleam
Twixt the trees in shafts
To ghost a path
Past the howl of buggered nymphs
In the sodomite's grasp
To the forest's vulva
Where the witch scholared Her
In even darker themes "Amongst philtres and melissas
Midst the grease of strangled men
And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen
Elizabeth came to life again" And under lacerations of dawn She returned
Like a flame unto a deathshead
With a promise to burn
Secrets brooded as She rode
Through mist and marsh to where they showed
Her castle walls wherein the restless
Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning
Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep
Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung
Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry
The biblical prattled their mantras
Hexes six-tripled their fees
But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed
And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally...
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| 14. For Those Who Died "You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you
plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies
Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still
Their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee
Who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency
Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name
Innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre
Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land
as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee
Who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency
Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name
Innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre
Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame,
Their God a 'God of Mercy' yet in whose name I slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears
Religious persecution for the past three hundred years
Preaching peace and mercy 'neath the shadow of the knife
A papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still
their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee
Who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency
Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name
Innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre
Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre 15. Sodomy And Lust Behind the scenes of destiny
I adore you in this song for me
Call me within your holy house to dwell
Let me raise for myself in spell
Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky
Sing the rapturous love song with high
Let your sweet scented juice run
Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin
Sadistic souls
Break their crust
Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins
Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain
Psychopathic terror during their sleep
My power asks why, my power is weak
Spineless bundles of my excess
Expurse of innocence and helplessness
In the perfumes of my secret orison
Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin
Sadistic souls
Break their crust
Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine
Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom
Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master
Mighty prophet's stature shall surpass the stars
The passion is the smell of cremation
I spit on your crapulous creed curse them!
Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory
Strive ever to be more joyous to the death
Don't fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin
Sadistic souls
Break Their crust
Sodomy and lust 17. Amor E Morte (Lycanthroy Mix) Her bouquets are wilted
Too long has She slept
Their cruel red mouths darkened
To bowed silhouettes
I saw in a new moon
With Her scent on my breath
But then all to soon
Came the hunger for flesh I held Her in eyes like necropoli
Laying Her on a tomb with a view
Lighting Her from Her feet
To the stars in Her hair
Drove sweet blood to Her throat
And My lips parted there (In the tone of splintered bone)
She screams benighted
My limbs ignite
A carneal carnivore
On all fours to go... An ebon Nemesis
From torture gardens of Dis
Having never breathed an Eve
As far narcotic as this
Two spellbound hellhounds
Hearts pounding loud
Racing Heaven out of focus
Under quicksilver clouds "God is maimed come let us prey..."
To lunar deities that pave deadways
Twixt the living and the grave
Amor e Morte
To cast our fearl shadows there
We made Love bleed on a Deathbed shared
Where, begging Me to feed
To best be Were... I licked Her wounds and ate Her rare Argentinum spurred
her watnon words incurred
A sin ridden tongue
To open trading in fur
Never were those gates of pearl
So rubbed to their cusp
Never were the Worlds above
So bitten with the bestial... Seraphim fell like guillotines
Giving gracious head Instead of harking prophecies
And how our brother sang
Amor e Morte
In the thick evergreens
Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls
Shifting shape and lifting napes
To commemorate
Erotic stains
Amor e Morte Unfasten thy masque
Come skyclad to my arms
Leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet
I yearn musky valleys that no Man hath seen
The chill keen of stars
Over Yew and deep wooded ravines
A hidden meridian
Where Midian may be... In black antlered glades
Encunted in this forest Goddess
She whispers My name
I buck under flames
Animal nitrates
Howling through my veins I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore
New lusts ecllipsing lips
That brought me to this verge of War
With inner beasts unleashed
To feast, fuck and run
Rampart in chase of She wolf pacts
Forged on heat with setting Suns I love the night
It would murder My soul
Should I ever fall blind
For though thy flesh haunts
I keep also in mind
The stampede of clouds
From Dusk's predatory sky Purple versed like the funeral hearse
That first turned thee over to My...
Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist
Dressed for the sepulchre
My Demon bride... "God is maimed come let Us prey..."
To Lunar Deities that pave deadways
Twixt the living and the grave
Amor e Morte
Ours was a chorus for raucous souls
Shifting sape and lifting nape
To commemorate
Erotic stains Amor e Morte
Amor e Morte 19. Lustmord And Wargasm (The Relicking Of Cadaverous Wounds) An Archangel in bondage
Bediademed, souled
With a murder of ravens
But no less Astarte to behold
Abandoned by Heaven
To the dead, dark and past
Cast Her dispersions
On life's brittle glass And though Her eyes still held fire
As stonewalls caged the beast
'Gainst the lassitudes of Death
She fought but fell to greet
And midst lies in collusion
She was martyred to teach
That "Divinity and Lust
Are forever forbidden to meet" But I swore that they would
Before the veil could part our embrace
Twixt Her cold, silent hips I kissed
And promised Christendom in flames Gravid with madness
Like a feculent dirge
That obsesses the heart
I am covened by words To avenge Her
Ebon splendour
And surrender
My soul to the dead to achieve
Prophecies of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying o'er carious herds Vexing nightmares
And their weak prayers
To a no one there
To hinder Her decree To weed the world of their disease As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their congregation How they plead to the skies
But this is mere foreplay to war Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal
Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest
A psychophant, the despoiler of faith
Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese For Her interred
I tore a battle banner from His hide
Splashed in red goetia
Hues of Hell and deicide
So came the night
Its obsidian light
Is a master whom disasters
Suck upon like concubines
And under black skirts
That whisper of delight
Darkseeds near fruition
Darked deeds to marry mine "In Death's bed I have lain
Paying lip-service to shame
But for dreaming of thee I regain
A reason to seek life again" Then we smite the divine
For our true nature is sin
To strip tender flesh from these swine
Like the lick of carnivorous winds The breath of the storm that begins
By forcing its Herod tongue in
The womb of the holy virgin
To taste of immaculate sin From temptation's peak we will see
The world unfurled at last
Now the wolves of time who stalk Mankind
Shall be as one in grim repast Commemorating sickle moons
The pack are poised to reap
A scythe of white roses in bloom
Whose twisted thorns will keep
A crown upon a dead man
Daylights crucified in sleep
And lives that hide in scriptured lies
To the memories of a scream And we shall dance amid the ruin
As Adam and Evil
Dizzy at the falling stars
That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval If all must we damn for this moment
Then it shall be so
For our souls have crossed oceans of time
To clasp one another more tightly
Than Death could alone... As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl
The talons of lust rake a clarion call
To the lick of carnivorous winds The lick of carnivorous winds 20. Dawn Of Eternity Winter ice – Terminal frost
Closing eyes of the equinox
Dimensional change – darkening skies
The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams – ride the winds
As black holes open for devouring
Universal chaos in the realm of time
Surface of earth – covered in 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 return
The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed – frozen damnation
Man's fall to perpetual domination
Time trapped in between changes
Frigid return to the chamber of ages 21. Of Dark Blood And Fucking (Stripped To The Bone Mix) 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 inbetween
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 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 23. Hell Awaits Existing on damnation's edge
The priest had never known
To witness such a violent show
Of power overthrown
Angels fighting aimlessly
Still dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord
He soon shall fall to me
Your souls are damned your God has fell
To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard's the darkened Gates
That Satan calls his home
Demons feed the furnace where
The Dead are free to roam
Lonely children of the night
There's seven ways to go
Each leading to the burning hole
That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star
Satan sees the answer lies not far
Zombies screaming souls cry out to you
Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round
Death with you shall then abound
What you seek... for can't be found
In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody Gates of Hell
Is where you'll live your last Warriors from Hell's Domain
Will bring you to your Death
The flames of Hades burning strong
Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they
Soon shall die
Their souls are damned to rot in Hell
and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... 24. Hallowed Be Thy Name I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there's some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
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| Damnation And A Day – 2003 1. A Bruise Upon The Silent Moon [Narrative:]
And the earth was without fall and void
And darkness was apon the face of the deep
2. The Promise Of Fever In the beginning
Rimmed with wind and storm
A great black wrath of infinite math
Spat snarling into form
And there was Heaven
Lit up with precious stones
Each one could fall but for the rule
Of Faith and love and stronger thrones And therein rose vast wonders
Affections to be seen
Fathered from the plundered
Reflections of a dream Fogging into nightname
For Him whose place was set
With wayward stars that absent, marred
All creation with their theft In the beginning
Bewinged and ringed with dawn
This favoured Avatar, enthralled
Swansongs from those that thronged this shore
With Gabriel and Michael
He shone with fierce intent
For loyalty, their joy to see
Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent) From sculptured lips of seraphim
Whom Fate then cruelly rent
(With sleight fingered strains of harmony)
Each note to grim portent As grinning nimbus gathered
Over spires arabesque
For Him that blazed with holy praise
That for a jealous God was meant Shining Feriluce
Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits
Basked in glory, flew
To lakes in sacred altitudes Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze
With curling tongues that lapped His lead
As through thick mountain mist
He wandered cursed (with thoughts adrift)
Until at last, past grasping trees
He paused to draught forbidden streams
That whispered siren promises
To drown His thrist (for sports amiss) These waters held secrets
Like raped Russian dolls
Wherein evil and good
Tore His soul for control And drunk with the verse of desire's first words
The weight of the universe
Slunk in the rehearsed Horror in numbers too great to discern
The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm
And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom
Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons Shining Feriluce
Reflected in a jaded mirror
Climbing from the noose
Of time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody
Of will and wanton fantasies
Whetted by the veiled, seen
Danced from His ashen lips
In red dawn scores, the silver scream
Of truth and Her deleted scenes
Was taken up as far, it seemed
As god His words eclipsed (Those waters hid visions
Like butchers in war
Perverting the course
Of life's blood evermore....)
In the beginning
Skinned well with gibbous tones
Of countenance and ignorance
In equal measures sewn
A marbled arc of Angels
Sworn to the morningstar
Shared His pride and deep inside
Felt chill shadows sweep their cards 3. Hurt And Virtue Distant vistas
Swathed in the haze
Of the reddening sunset
Fell to whispers
Neath stars that marred
descending skies From the cusp of midnight mountains
Wending as a mist
Rebels truced with Feriluce
(In thruth, few could resist)
Came praising his hellraising through
The sparse and marble clime
Where Virtue bathed, their ravings made
Her fountains flood with wine Lifted with the gift
Of their dark seductive songs
She drifted from the path
She was surely set apon Courting chaos
Prized in the sight
Of the covering angel
Taught in ways of
Smothering another lover
Other than God Worshipped in each other's arms
Like spider eidolons
The moon conducted like a charm
Those strange arrangements on
And this is how they came to be
Dragged before the throne
Throught tongues that hung whilst theirs were run
On soft white throats and punctured moans Though fated now than later
By his tutor that had been
He baited the Creator
With the future he had seen Of Michael, psyched with jealousies
A reich right by His side
And worming Man about to be
The apple of His eye His children lost to free will
And the cost of beaten hearts
Like the night 'twixt vice and Virtue
When Her kiss became a scar Seraph enemies
Why has my lord forsaken my judgement
Am I not free as He to indulge my darkest fantasies? From embittered lips
These words were slavered
Split with the whips
Of their witch hunt gathered He sought Her gaze
Midst drowning crowds that howled in rage...
Blasphemer!
Blasphemer! Though She was gone
Not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng
But ghosted back where She belonged... A grace embracing Michael
In a lace of tears that bleared Her pride
He swallowed
Blood followed
Through with spit for all things divine
Through with spit for all things so fucking blind His seal He tore
And to the floor
He threw this tie to Heaven
Signifying holy war And watchful of this sign
A thousand flames, unauthorised
Left celestial posts
To coalesce and, unified
Return their fallen leader
As he turned one final time
And threw a glance
Like a downward lance
That stung like guilt in every mind 4. An Enemy Led The Tempest As pride precedes a downfall
So He took His place before the firewall
Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one
Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung Between forgiveness and the damage done An electric scent over drear decay
Lent a violent surge to their serenades...
Through white glades as His winged parade
Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors Within vast skies unversed in starkness
His might grew
And blew light hues to grey...
And worse, a third of stars to darkness Then thunder seethed
And wreathed in thickening night
A line was drawn midst wrong and right
And across the throats of thieves As love fell choked, the tempest broke
From heaven's farthest shore
Descending to eclipse all hope
Repentance might stay holy war He would not heel nor fake a bow
Murmur curses to the wind
Enraged, he raved in Balrog howls
Upon a storm firstborn of sin Incensed anew, rebellions tore
Like frenzied beasts of prey
Through temple doors...
Thrown east before the midnight masses And where once bliss reigned so serene
In sweeter glades
Now veins ran openly...
Like eyes that shied from kindred ashes When suddenly
There shone a hideous light
And a voice like three insanities
Soared up in thistled speech... "Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none
And for this grave mistake
How thou art fallen Morning Sun
The proud will be abased" He would not heel nor fake a bow
Murmur curses to the wind
And Lo, the wrath of god swept down... "Thou art no more an angel filled
With light, but a leech to be abhorred
And thou shalt suffer My burning will"...
Quoth this raven: "Nevermore" Never fucking more And with these words like heavy stone
Cast against that gilded throne
With many legions still in tow
He turned his wings to flee
His eyes a picture of distaste
Drawn to tears and in their place
The dawn of time and fates to face
Through all eternity... I wept for him a deep red river
That ran like blood through scarred ravines
To sluice away the guilt that slithered
Like a serpent tongue to Eve
For once as I, in heaven climbed
Too high for truth to truly see
My sunken mind, drunken and blind
Saw the lie; That fool was Me... Alone and cold, face to the crack
Beyond dark gates with no way back
His crown of gold faded to black
Like a bruise upon the heart that lingers With thrill kill culture shock wave lenghts
Of rope to hang high
Ten commandments by...
Snaked about his upraised fingers 5. Damned In Any Language (A Plague On Words) [Narrative:]
And there was war in heaven
Michael and His angels faught against the dragon
And the dragon faught
And His Angels and prevailed not
Neither was their place found anymore in Heaven
And the great dragon was cast out
That old serpent called the devil and Satan
Which decieved the whole world
He was cast out to the Earth
And His angels were cast out with Him! 6. Better To Reign In Hell Heart in hand passed to the clasp of pain
In a dark lowland that set bad blood in veins
Burning, like penal fires roused to stain
The jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses The golden dawn
Lay lost to mist where
Emboldened thorns
Made their bed with toppled stones He closed His eyes
Sunken to dream there
Of crow-black skies
And a great white empty throne
Horror stalked the bilious fogs
That balked His vision He licked the spittle from the cheeks of the wry
And drifted back to when His stung it's target
The sneer of Michael on a glorious high
Of angel dust and Virtue by his side Drowning in the past
That downfall seemed like yesterday
Though blurred moons passed
As enemies in high places laughed Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines
He rose snowblind, though shifting sands of time
Erased the trace and taste of bitter wines
The grapes of wrath grew fat on the vine She came to Him
A little whip of tantrums
Thrashed on velvet skins
That lined Her wishbone Henge Her name was Sin
A warming spurt of mantras
Splashed on occult tongues
That whispered sweet revenge For the shame of their crawl from grace
Cold and hollow as the grave And for the rape and ruinous scourge
Spared for souls that had shared
God's worship
For now their throats coated notes with dirge
That poured from parapets to the pits below Drowning in the past
A wretched scream like yesterday
Died at last
With the rising of the revenant dark "I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord
Tearing at my carcass heart
I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes
Of Virtue slipping into bondage masks...
Freewill made me better to reign in Hell" And with new wings
Unfurled and spoken
He took to things
That would desecrate the wold The seduction of both woman and man
For a bastard masterplan Drowning out the past
Fool Fates unwound cruel yesterdays
Beneath the stars
That staggered from the blast 7. Serpent Tongue [Part 1] So adept was unspoken Man
At dusting ledgers of the seraphim
That Lilith swept across a broken land
In a whirl of lust to pleasure him This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun
In bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs
Pricked in rosy gardens as He spattered into shells
And ran with morning fauna; His mastiffs and gazelle Breathless as the wind
Adam, prowled, fell foul to Sin
But not before She spread Her grin
Across His silent lips
At crack of day, though what was shame?
The raptor's nest wherein they lay
Bore witness to Her soft parade
Of fingers come to grips His undivine attention won
She deftly spun
From 'neath His thrusts to writhe above
In ecstasy
Pendulous She swung
As if Her limbs imbided His tongue
To spill, as with His rod
The secret name of God But no seed passed those fruitful lips
For fearing Her who gasped, He slit
Her throat from ear to where She fled
With tail and blood between Her legsss... [Part 2] So very kept was the virgin hand
That brushed the treasures of Utopia
And how greed swept across the desert sands
In late August just to measure Her This hallowed Eve, a creature of the Moon
A simple dish born with a silver spoon
Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk
Incubus and Prudence, two such soon to touch Her Restless as the skies
Temptation, bloomed, found room to rise
And snatching breath between Her thighs
He crawled to Eve...
At dead of night, the sticky clime
Smelt perfect to this serpentine
This shining Angel
Palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won
He deftly spun
A web of intrigue for the one
Great sacred tree
Bejewelled and lit
As if a thousand shades did flit
About boughs of forbidden lore
Hidden for the want of more And when seeds passed those fruitful lips
And Mankind basked in vast eclipse
A Devil shot of thin disguise
Surmised to better paradise 8. Carrion Lurking in the shade
Of dark and fragrant trees
Shirking from the rage
That tore the heavens free
A vagrant Angel
Hid with span to see
The garden swell with terror
To banish Man and Eve Another fall from grace
Whiplashed from the gates
Half-naked and insane
Full-blooded, breasted
Nerve ends tested
To behests of pain A sombre lot to gain As the storm slid in
Borne by carnal winds
The upper ether thinned
And therein sat abomination Satan seated there
Savouring the reek of desolation
Their dank despair
Moved His speech to leech the air "Behold the golden door
To paradise is lost
So praise Me as you raised your Lord
And I shall thaw this gnawing frost" Another fall from grace
Whiplashed from the gates
Half-naked and insane
And destined for a spiteful Fate
Wherein evil sought the shamed
As pawns in greater stakes
Across this cosmic game
To win the hand
Of darkness and
Set Her in Her rightful place At the throat of the human race
With claws engorged and poised to rake
Wit that the pact was sealed
And as creation reeled
Bewitched oration filled
The hearts of all
Who came to crawl
Upon these earthen fields A sombre lot to till A wracked black acid song
Spat from the massive throng
Of Seraph knelt along
The deep red welt to domination The deep red welt to domination 10. Presents From The Poison-Hearted Reigning at the feast of Phantasia
Heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow
Before my coronation and vocal aspirations
To rule this fool creation fallen 'neath Me now I knew deep eyes
Of a distant Christ
Were scarred from afar under starry lustre
Sighting my recitals on the rites of vice
Perverting Virtue
Enslaving grace
Behind the glittering mask of pride
Saving face finding thorns to pierce
His side Desire, the fire
Spread hell throughout my soul
And higher the wire
The more I sought control Straining from the leath in exulfation
Head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs
The global scent of fornication
A writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues I whisphered schemes to dreamers then
To pursue an Eden
That screamed of me supreme again
As my world bloomed
So too the moon
Through Adam to Seth, Enos,
Cainan
Mahalaleel and Jared blew
Perverting Virtue
Enslaving grace
Behind the slippery guise of lies
Saving face making waves to drown their faith Messiahs, Pariahs
Aeons reversed the two
Thus higher, their spires
The more cursed grew their roots
And suffering... I swept cruel seas
On the galley of the shadow of death A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon
A kiss for the sun risen red once dined on
The coast of Menses Discharged from celestial wombs
A first degree murder of ravens
Followed in fugue through the crack of doom
The Goat of Mendes
I set regime
In the galley of the shadow of death... Angels in raiments
As pure as coal
Taking their payments
In tortured mortal souls
A bold direction
The abyss edge
But on cold reflection
One they warmed to nonetheless As they preyed the paths of the righteous (ones)
Through the myth of thistled orchard floors
Bearing gifts of plentitude, for
The apples of the Lord were rotten to the core Temptation, My ambassador Attila, Herod, Pharisees and Nero
All begged of Me for more Down dark steps of history
I waged a war with a Heaven
I could not see...
Beyond My wildest fantasies Throwing sixes over deadly sin
I traded those who played to win
Skin for precious skin...
And that that wormed within Straining the reams of revelation
Etching ever afters in accursed verse
The limpid rags of resurrection
From papal parapets were to dirt dispersed
Despire, the flyers
Spread Hell throughout their souls
And higher the fire
The more I held control 11. Doberman Pharaoh To and fro, through freeze and thaws
From zenith to nadir
The universal tug of war
Saw lines drawn in the sands appear
Divisions for a promised land
And Hell for those that dwelt
Beneath a Pharaoh's granite hand
Where death wed something else Millennia swam passed
Since the covened Ark
Ran aground on Ararat... But anew, tempered shadows grew
Out of Midian, strewing fear
Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms
Led a desert son to sear From the palace orchard I espied...
(Where swooning trees and moonbeams vied
For the painted eye of the royal bride
Whose gliding curves were deified)
...beyond Her grace where love would die
Wretched destiny arrive Back and forth the prophet came
Riddled with a tongue of plagues
That would render mighty Egypt lame
If the rage of God stayed unassuaged...
I listened with a heavy heart
But unveiled to the threats
This Hebrew in a jackal's mask
Would dredge into effect Thenceforth the Nile reddened
As if Set stretched His hand
To beset the damned And bruised with flies
The skies grew leadened But these miracles, feared
Were all but reared
By nature, whose law alone
Stood that revered Thus hysteria passed, but still the mark
Of Yahveh burned on in the dark One final time, on the steps to the shrine
Of Thoth, I twined with fate
"Let my people go",
"Still my word is no"
"Then Death shall be the deciding plague" Since the crimes divine I left behind
I'd warred with every tribe that plied
In holy vestment, but with time
Bored sore of clawing what was mine
I laid my bones and made my throne
With a view to paradise Thenceforth the heavens deafened
As if great beasts
Were unleashed to feast on man
And with carrion span
Michael was weaponed To descend with scorn
A dark reform
Through Pi-Ramses
Skinning mine and Her firstborn Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark
Of Yahveh, bleeding in the dark With nauseous dawn, a cry, forlorn
Unified from plazas deep
The prophet's curse
Far worse had worked
To wrest the war in me from sleep Drowned in night, a downward light
Bathed the snaking exodus
Through the wilderness
As the Aeons crept
Impressed with fresh bloodlust
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| 12. Babalon A.D. (So Glad For The Madness) I bled on a pivotal stretch
Like a clockwork Christ
Bears sore stigmata, bored And as I threw Job, I drove
Myself to a martyred wretch
To see if I drew pity
Or pretty litanies from the Lord So the plot sickened
With the coming of days
Ill millennia thickened
With the claret I sprayed
And though they saw red
I left a dirty white stain
A splintered knot in the grain
On Eden's martial aid So glad for the madness I walked the walls naked to the moon
In Sodom and Babylon
And through rich whores and corridors
Of the Vatican
I led a sordid Borgia on I read the Urilia text
So that mortals wormed
As livebait for the dead And as I broke hope, I choked
Another Pope with manna peel
Dictation to DeSade
In the dark entrails of the Bastille
And as He wrote, I smote
A royal blow to the heads of France
And in the sheen of guillotines
I saw others, fallen, dance I was an incurable
Necromantic old fool
A phagadaena that crawled
Drooling over the past
A rabid wolf in a shawl
A razor's edge to the rule
That the stars overall
Were never destined to last So glad for the madness I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep
Turning sermons with the smell
On Witchfinder fingers
Where bad memories lingered
Burning, as when Dante
Was freed to map Hell I sired schemes and the means
To catch sight of the seams
And the vagaries inbetween... And midst the lips and the curls
Of this cunt of a world
In glimpses I would see
A nymph with eyes for me Eyes of fire that set all life aflame
Lights that surpassed art
In sight, that no intense device of pain
Could prise their secrets from my heart I knew not Her name
Though her kiss was the same
Without a whisper of shame
As either Virtue or Sin's
And pressed to Her curve
I felt my destiny swerve
From damnation reserved
To a permanent grin... So glad for the madness 14. Mannequin Led to other worlds
By the girls She curled within
I took their skins to see Her
Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I cannot remember
How it was that we first met
Curve of moon and haunted shore
The stars were not those heaven sent Did we come together
At masked palatial Balls
In silks and flesh and leathers
Or did we come at all?
I dreamt a midnight castle
The eerie song of wolves
And eyes that danced with fire
As they have forever more Our rites of sin
Have long fathered a hymn
To burden Him
Whom by slip of after whim
At genesis
Dressed Her like the wind
In Autumn gows
That pinned Her down
To be my mannequin Be my mannequin Always poised on winter
But never would She break
My lovecraft and black witch heart
That pounded in Her wake We kissed on distant balconies
A law unto Her own
Thirteenth dark commandment
Of figures pressed to stone
Turning cream with fantasies
That God alone would know
We graced the vomitorium
With the sweet excess of Rome Flagrant in the past
Our names were deeply carved
On the tree of life in long dead languages Led to other worlds
By the girls She curled within
I took their skins to see Her
Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I tongued the nuns at Louviers
But not one word possessed
Her divine right, an archetype
For mortal Goddesses... 15. Thank God For The Suffering I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
'Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy waves
When we would glide lightly away
From the grain
For wicked flights of pleasure Those visions fade
Like ghosts to life's parade
Though incisions once made Her so vivid
A scarlet whore
With both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipid And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering Love would have conquered all
But for the Rapture
That ancient plan for my defeat
Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free
It seems again dreams went to capture Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
Through a shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened
Her eyes
The world drifted by in lost momentum With no divine intervention Regardless that the author
Of sin was me and I
Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace
As Mortals warred with more besides They warred with life itself
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering And I thank God for the suffering
As I still burn
For Her return
I would make my peace with everything I, I still recall, the first full moon of May
Consigned to flames like secret letters
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering Love would have conquered all
Were we not parted
Her splintered loss rekindles rage
The winter frost dwindles across my stage
Lit up once more to score finales started Love would have conquered all
Love would have conquered...
Hate 16. The Smoke Of Her Burning Earth and sea cower from my screams
As I climb into the skies
Atop sins towered heaven high for me
From whence I see no reason why
I should not smite with vengeance
And hurl thieves down from paradise
For storms before were as nothing more
Than a breeze next to this night I am Methuselah of the Tribulation
The Moonchild come to harm
A riot of stars shaken from their stations The coking smoke of Jerusalem burning
Six vices become wrath And though half-blind with ravening
Like Phineus now I see
The end declared from the beginning
Love won through My defeat But now I fear I will never peer
On Her radiance again
I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red
Of faces pressed to bloodstained panes Betrayed and played by God
Who alone but He
Scapegraced and goated me?
Now I wish to piss on His parade Angels, clawed, with burnished wings
Still loyal, kiss the seal
Bent on knees and harrowing
Promise overkill Know that you shall die like whores
And the cries of your writhings shall rise
To please their Lord...
So before the sword
Side with me in slaughter I am Methuselah of the Tribulation
The Moonchild come to harm
The spoken horns of desolation Drink the pouring of my fury
Those darkened waters spur
The brink of war as judge and jury
And rapist executioner
Our time is short, the horsemen ride
A foul-breathed chora howls, besides
Damnation and a day has passed
This divine right to genocide Weld the gates to heaven shut
The abyss leers in hissing ruts
Unhilt the black grimoire of death
Inscribe all names that God has left I lived the dream of nymph and men
But now the nightmares come again Now the nightmares come again... 17. End Of Daze [Narrative:]
And the earth was without fall and void
And darkness was apon the face of the deep
[Laughing]
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| Nymphetamine – 2004 1. Satyriasis Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps
Of Heaven where thou didst reign, and in the deeps
Of Hell where fallen thy dream, silently. 2. Gilded Cunt Your misery is worn as a veil
To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind
In place of Eve a bitter parody hails
Daggers from the swagger
Of a sodomite's concubine
Bine Gilded cunt
Oh, you gilded cunt Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly
Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave
My preference leans to killing you quickly
Scissored in the gizzard
That a heart no more maintains But I am tied
To the labyrinth and the beast
The one way track of eyes
Black and grey like panzers Loose your shell
Shoot the mouth
The gates of hell
Have often dropped their jaws about
Satan's agents are perversions to bear
Side to side with the diversions
You use to guide my fingers there Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger Cunt (Cunt)
Gilded cunt
Oh, you gilded cunt
Cunt
Cunt Nothing is above you save a boreal light
That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice
And below you, will I see you tonight?
Glower from your tower
Built of ivory and spite For I am torn
Between the sheets that keep me borne
And the teeth of a storm
That reap then rend my stanzas Click your heels
Three times six
The stars are fixed
May I climb and get you one?
The palace at Versailles never held your tongue
Nor did heaven ever weather
The crosses that you came upon Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger Cunt (Cunt)
Gilded cunt
Oh, you gilded cunt
Cunt
Cunt 3. Nemesis Tonight is the night...
The empwering wind that draws breath from despise
Roars beneath my wings as I soar with the end in sight Choirs ignite...
A swansong for Leda
Deathknells for Troy
Tragedy blooms from one act –
I am Nemesis Poured in my arms
When my daughters' eyelids closed
I swore to slaughter those
Who stole my ray of moonlight So strike up the skies
The diction of thunder
God-given rites
No fiction can deafen the fact –
I am Nemesis Cowled in utter grief
I am the priest of a new disorder
Whose flag is unfurled
Bears a hatred for the Western World There is no compromise
No piped lament to stay the blind
Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise
No longer am I paralysed
Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart
I am Nemesis Tonight is the night...
The city sweats fever, the filth in her womb
Shifts like the seasons' unease at the hands of doom Restless inside
Her split underbelly
Suitored like flies
Martial bowels now contract-
I am Nemesis Poured in my arms
When my daughters' eyelids closed
I swore to slaughter those
Who stole my ray of moonlight
Never again
Our enemies entertained
I toy at the clasp of her chain
And remember the fight Cowled in utter grief
I am the priest of a new disorder
Whose flag is unfurled
Bears a hatred for the Western World There is no compromise
No piped lament to stay the blind
Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise
No longer am I paralysed
Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart
I am Nemesis 4. Gabrielle Foul snake despair
Where once you darkened gardens
Another coils there
Where twice you sliced all hope from me
And left these present stars
An insane love now burns above
The weft of incandescent stars Hilt your dripping fangs that range
Skywards to rend apart
I might have sang of wings unchained
But long before I locked my heart For Gabrielle
A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts
Whose beauty fostered poets
Whose laugh like silver bells
Thawed your bitter winter from my path Gabrielle Foul snake despair
Where once you peddled secrets
Another spoils there
With speech that sweetens drowning
In deep lagoons of eyes
And legs that begged aplogies
For lengths they mesmerised Spare your hissing sentiments
For Her fee welts more than thine
Though no malice She weans
Just a palace of dreams
Where windswept chambers pine For Gabrielle
Whose hair of spun onyx is run with gold
Her rouge lips smack of dark blood
Her name in whisper rolls
Forever on my tongue
Lest her memory dissolve Gabrielle Once crucified
I would have died
A thousand more times
Just to feel her breath
On my neck as a fervent lover
To drown her sighs
In floods of tears so well refined
And blind from spying Her
In the arms of others... Buried inside
Where She's all but mine
Save for those that dine
On Her perfect carcass Gabrielle Foul snake despair
Where once you wreaked my misery
Another toils there
For long lost Gabrielle
Whose nightly spreading grin
Persists in other faces
By whom I'm slowly taken in 5. Absinthe With Faust Pour the emerald wine
Into crytal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kissed catharsis Let us pitch to the seven year itch
Of the ultra-decadent
To a tainted world the the painted girls
That our fantasies spent Tripping through the boudoirs laced with opiate themes
Sipping the bizzare, tasting copious dreams
A toast to those most sacriligeous of days
Where for every whom won...
One soon repays We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned... The damned
The damned
The damned We have spent our time
Drenched in opulent splendour
But when midnight chimes
Will gilded souls surrender? Let us drink on the giddying brink
Of pools of excrement
All manner of shit for the glamous and glitz
Mephistopheles lent I remember the night as if it were engraved
A bright marble bridge stretched across dark waves
To the shore from the moon and be Her grace
Came that erudite stranger
That fucker... He was a predator, creditor cold
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything
And for it all, lost our souls Come my friend, to fate let's raise
Two finger shots at this our last soiree
For tomorrow I fear
Swoops all too deadly near
This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned... The damned
The damned
The damned He was a predator, creditor cold
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything
And for it all, lost our souls
Our souls
For it all lost our souls
Our souls Filthiness Is Godliness 6. Nymphetamine (Overdose) Evanescent like the scent of decay
I was fading from the race
When, in despair, my darkest days
Ran amok and forged Her face
From the fairest of handmaidens to
A slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine Heaving midst narcissus
On a maledict blanket of stars
She was all three wishes
Sex, sex, sex A lover hung on her deathrow
I was hooked on Her disease
Highly strung like Cupid's bow
Whose arrows hungered meat
And the blinding flare of passion
In the shade of narrow streets
Where their poison never rationed
All the tips they left in me Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
Upward-lit
I'd met another kind Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside
Licked and ransacked...
She haunted at the corners of my mind In black
Cataracts
Wouldn't whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A V of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced wen you left me
A rose in the rain...
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb
I am prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key... Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condiion
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Then pillars of salt...
(keeping Sodom at bay) Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Midlais in the burning hay Bared on your tomb
I am prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key... Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condiion
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
Upward-lit
I'd met another kind Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside
Licked and ransacked...
She haunted at the corners of my mind In black
Cataracts
Wouldn't whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide 8. Medusa And Hemlock Dim the lights, wrong the rites
Toss the peurile cross away
We are gashing from a venomous womb Burning bright, dead of night
Pyres stain a milky way
Lust is splashing the dark face of the moon In the Samhain mist
We lay in welcome by the western gate
With the five fold kiss
For every soul returning
From the fecund abyss
Where nature's travesties congregate
With a stone cold wish
To see the wickermen burning The wind, she whispers
Through the graveyards of our hearts...
Wreathed in dreams
As she weaves Her witchcraft
We breathe, enamoured
Of the conquering dark Medusa and Hemlock Harvest past, fires cast
Ashen shades this Hallowe'en
We are Set now to Beherit the earth Widdershins, death begins
To fashion fete from gallow scenes...
Spirits rising to discredit rebirth In the Samhain mist
We lay in welcome by the western gate
With the five fold kiss
For every soul returning
From the fecund abyss
Where nature's travesties congregate
With a stone cold wish
To see the wickermen burning The wind, she flitters
Through the forests of our hearts...
Wreathed in leaves
As she weaves her witchcraft
We breathe, enamoured
Of the conquering dark I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair
Plot your face, then ascending marble stars
You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair
Tasting my blood
That runs from worming tongue like prayer Under pagan veneer snakes a fear
That makes the stars
Grieve, just to be
Uncharted on this Eve
When part of me chars a path
Through your heavely constellations Medusa and Hemlock Back to black, hinges crack
Rituals call obscenities
Sheets of demons rush insanity skies Tread the salt, the dead exult
Preachers beg our clemency
Seeking warmth in inhumanity's eyes We who kept the candle by the vault We who kept the handle on the cult 9. Coffin Fodder The time has come
To rise again
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
Free from beasts and skewered men My dreams unroll
Ten thousand fold
Their world will never take me
They will never desecrate my soul The stars I have grasped
Are so far lonely constellations
And wishing on those stars
My spirit bars annihilation From earthen miseries
Hosts of most fell forms of greed
Ghosts of pearly gate remissions Forever haunting me
Slit the witch and watch him bleed
As with any inquisition Lying from the start
The preachers plied their craft
Scoffing elder glories
And dying, I depart
To make their sunken hearts
Ao coffin for their stories The time is past
To falter when
Freedom slips my sombre pen
And gates to wolves break them open then My feelings may
Seem constant prey
But claws no more will rake me
Those whores have fled to darker days Above and beyond
I have wronged my position
But now the winds are strong
To soar from Babel's vision Of cutthroat jealousies
Dock to dock these mongrels breed
Dogs of fogged derision Pacing, soon to be
Back to pack mentality
When my killing moon is risen Trying from the start
These creatures of the dark
Were quaffing mourning glories
And dying, I depart
To make their drunken hearts
A coffin for their stories Innovation in ovation
Imagination stirs Somewhere the dusk is lining
Red the shore of a roaring sea
And though loved there someone is pining
For waves of blood to run and rescue me... The time has come
To rise again
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
Freee from beasts and skewered men My dreams unroll
Ten thousanbd folk
Their world will never take me
They will never desecrate my soul Their world will never break me
They will never desecrate my soul 10. English Fire Seven brides serve me seven sins
Seven seas writhe for me
From Orient gates to R'lyeh
Abydos to Thessaly
And Sirens sing from stern
But now I cease to play
For I yearn to return
To woodland ferns
Where Herne and his wild huntress lay Now the tidal are turning
Spurning the darkness
The great purgations of distinguished tours
Are but stills in time
To the thrill that I'm
Once more
Heading to the bedding
Of Her English shores The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails
Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees
And mists clung tight in panic to vales
When Brigania spoke Her soul to me From Imbolg to Bealtaine
Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts
I heard Her laments as seasons blent
Together a chimerical beast Now the tidal are turning
Churning in darkness
The celebrations of extinguished wars
Are but stills in time
To the chill the climbs
Once more
Dreading the red weddings
On Her English shores Gone are the rustic summers of my youth
Cruel winters cut their scared throats
With polishes scythes that reap worldwide
Pithc black skies and forest smoke And the hosts that I saw there
Drones of carrion law
Drove the ghosts of my forbears
To rove and rally once more One of Her sons from the vast far-flung
Come home to rebuild
The rampant line of the Leonine
Risen over pestilent fields Now the fidal are turning
Burning the darkness
The salivation of the hungry sword
Shalt spill like wine
From the hills to the chines
That pour
Spreading her beheadings
On these English shores For the hosts that I saw there
Drones of carrion law
Drove the ghosts of my forbears
To rove and rally once more This is a waking for England
From its reticent doze
This is a waking for England
Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes 11. Filthy Little Secret There hides a secret
Deeply twined inside of Her mind
A tried and confined regret
That pines to fly south
To this mouth of mine Pity Too long have these emotions
Like potions, made me
A sole castellan
Trusted to keep
The weight of oceans
From Her rusted gatesof sleep A dreaming angel
Lying curled in the circles of Hell
I must protect Her
Watch Her back for any cracks to occur
For in thwitching hour
She slips into the underworld
A pearled Persephone
Deflowered by the powers
That around Her
Drown Her
Whirl Doomed to dam the rift
Across the shifting abyss
With Her body and its gift...
My filthy little secret I serve Her slender hope
To preserve mankind from old ghosts
Disturbed though by recurring crimes
I sense that death
Might be the best for both Pity Too long have these emotions
Like potions, made me
A sole castellan
Posted to keep
Slow wheels in motions
For the human race to beat Without Her there
My nympehtamine with the faraway stare
Thin walls would crumble
Horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs
For in the dead of night
She spasms with orgasmic flare
This reamed Demeter
With poseidons there inside Her
Too appeased to grieve our air Doomed to dam the rift
Across the shifting abyss
With het body and its gift...
My filthy little secret Forever sworn to keep it
My filthy little secret Pity Too long this urchin priness
Has incensed, made me
A wanton felon
Searching for the key
To loose Her harness
And set desires lurching free Without Her there
My nympehtamine with the faraway stare
Thin walls would crumble
Horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs
But in Her room at night
I care not for the underworld
Slathering and gathering emboldened rechs
To brech, to teach
A dread thereafter I would risk all this
For one minute of bliss
With Her body and its gift
My filthy little secret Forever sworn to keep it
My filthy little secret I know a deeper beauty shines
Beyond the veil
Her roots and creepers mine
As the worms beneath arise 12. Swansong For A Raven Forgive the day's
Last serenades
Her skies, they bruise like Nordic women
Deep crimson stains
That Death would claim
His robes of office swim in As would I
For His dark eye
Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe
On charred remains
With shared disdain
For those I chose to mortify Thier cries
Have paralysed
And the smoke has choked these vistas
But I still lie
Though tears have dried
One the grave of my Clarissa A verse for her whispered to the earth
(A lover's curse is a see-through coffin)
Praises Her curves so oft concurred Though she was...
No Show White on the night she died
Her shadower's boon when the mooon glazed over
Lipped with blood and secrets pried For on and in they spread Her wide
That seraph bride
The Devil's pride
Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise But they would writhe
For my dark eye
Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai's
On Esthers reign
And in this vein
I saw their lust still stain Her thighs Their cries
Have paralysed
And the smoke has choked these vistas
But still I lie
Though the tears have dried
On the grave of my Clarissa Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes
Her spirit flees, seeing chains of toches
A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry... I was...
No dark knight, breaking men like ice
I was like a lyncahtrope until the moon glazed over
Lipped with blood and last goodbyes Now I dream
Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion
Where beauty streams
Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come
To tear out Her spells
In red lettered cells
Wherein even the crown prince of Hell
Come out of His arrogant shell
Would flater to better But Her face soon dispells
And as black feathers fells
From heaven's smoke
So I woke to insanity
Her exquisite corpse
Found fit for their sport
Of course
Would burn on the morrow with me... And there on this night
Strung up in my sight
Naked she sways
Displayed fopr their vulgar delight I scream through my bars at the stars
That for these cirimes of mine solace me I will not fear the flame
That to passion are tame
Not neaarly the same searing pain
(I pray) as held sway upon losing Her
Nor the mettle of roars
That will settles like ashes and scores
As with our ghosts in the fog
When we both turn no more
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