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Succumb to this slicker genesis
The serpentine wish of a decadent stranger
This fixed insistence
From a twisted out-of-mind

Succumb to this

He is scum to his kind

01. Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding)
02. The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
03. The Forest Whispers My Name
04. Iscariot
05. The Black Goddess Rises
06. One Final Graven Kiss
07. A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding
08. To Eve The Art Of Witchcraft

01. Once Upon Atrocity
02. Thirteen Autumns and a Widow
03. Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids
04. Beneath the Howling Stars
05. Venus in Fear
06. Desire in Violent Overture
07. The Twisted Nails of Faith
08. Bathory Aria: Benighted like Usher, A Murder of Ravens in Fugue, Eyes That Witnessed Madness

01. A Bruise Upon The Silent Moon
02. The Promise Of Fever
03. Hurt And Virtue
04. An Enemy Led The Tempest
05. Damned In Any Language ( A Plague On Words)
06. Better To Reign In Hell
07. Serpent Tongue
08. Carrion

01. Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive Like Miss Leviathan
02. Dirge Inferno
03. Tonight In Flames
04. Libertina Grimm
05. The Byronic Man (feat. Ville Valo)
06. I Am The Thorn
07. Cemetery And Sundown
08. Lovesick For Mina

01. In Grandeur And Frankincense Devilment Stirs
02. Shat Out Of Hell
03. The Death Of Love
04. The 13th Caesar
05. Tiffauges
06. Tragic Kingdom
07. Sweetest Maleficia
08. Honey And Sulphur

01. The Cult of Venus Aversa
02. One Foul Step From the Abyss
03. The Nun with the Astral Habit
04. Church of the Sacred Heart
05. The Persecution Song
06. Decieving Eyes
07. Lilith Immaculate
08. The Spawn of Love and War

01. The Unveiling of O
02. The Abhorrent
03. For Your Vulgar Delectation
04. Illicitus
05. Manticore
06. Frost on Her Pillow
07. Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair
08. Pallid Reflection

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

Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kisses catharsis

Let us pitch to the seven-year itch
Of the ultra-decadent
To a tainted world and the painted girls

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

Как гордость предшествует крушению,
Он стоял на своем перед огненной стеной
Противоречащих хоров, и он принял веру призрака,
Чья судьба была предрешена

Меж прощением и насилием

Над мрачными руинами пахнет грозой,

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

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

"Ария Бэтори"

I. Невежественный как привратник
Вздохнули тонкие свечки со снятым нагаром
Когда смерть оставила впечатление на его гребне
Из холодных слез на графине
Невежественной как злосчастный привратник
Дом Бэтори окутал саван, под бедами мрачного фасада

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

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

"Под завывающими звездами"
Середина зимы вредит весенним обрядом
Ее спинной холодок роет землю
Пока тихонько поют печальные души
Перерождения
Под холодными, пристальными взглядами оклеветанного Марса
Почти самоубийственно крестятся
А Не рожденные корчатся от боли в тепловатом рассоле

My exotic pleasure temple
Wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable
Pure and obscene
For where pumps the true heart of life
There too seeps corruption
And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black
henbane, sphinxes,
opium and roses weaned on tears and blood

Black is the night, metal we fight
Power amps set to explode
Energy screams, magic and dreams
Satan records the first note.
We chime the bell, chaos and hell
Metal for maniacs pure.
Fast melting steel, fortune on wheels
Brain hemorrhage is the cure

Drunk on the wine of her mass fornication
She sits astride turbulent seas
Her poisoned cunt harbour to deep fascination
Nations in thrall to the
Great Harlot Babylon

She is desire
Free, swathed in dark ecstasies

I wish upon a star
And think of all the things
I should have asked
Instead, I let the moment pass
And now I'm bleeding
On her faded photographs

Tears

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 -

We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prise wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame

Cemetery and sundown

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

Wishing in contempt of love
The righteous came to burn our forest
With hissing firebrands
For though we serve the gentle curves
Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess
They thought they caught us
Kissing hearses in their land

Iron Maiden
Hallowed Be Thy Name (Shallow Be My Grave)

I'm waiting
in my cold cell
when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting
on my past life

"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

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

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

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

Something thicker than despair
Rides upon the midnight air
The smell of blood, the taste of prey
We spy you hiding Gilles de Rais

Under August swelter
After banquet and soiree
When spiced wine and song

Turn the lights down low
And close the door, oh
Future is coming
Future risin'

Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead

With both eyes open

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

On the night all mirrors fell silent
And the clocks struck accord with the rain
A storm swept in with such violence
The dead rose to complain
The stars were ill-crossed as the weather
Lost in its bitumen cloak
The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour
Falling like tears through the thickening smoke

Cracked mirrors scatter reflection
Beauty falls from her state of perfection
Good grace has fled this dream
While the cats away
The rats will ravage

Despotic, necrotic fingers
Have lingered with rape's affection

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

[Harder, Darker, Faster: Thornography Deluxe 2008 track]

Polluting the honesty of Christ with poisoned wine
Laced with lines from the end of time
From the herald and the bugler

High voltage bolts the cellar door
Switch thrown at midnight's peak

[Backwards]

Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

"Carrion my name
For those who choose to mouth the curse
A tragic serenade
With Judas in my stride
The Gothic halls of shame
Where statues coldly hold no worse
Than the murders I reclaim
From a dark, forsaken time"

To and fro, through freeze and thaws
From zenith to nadir
The universal tug of war
Saw lines drawn in the sands appear
Divisions of a promised land
And Hell for those that dwelt
Beneath a Pharaoh's granite hand
Where death wed something else

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...."

"The Life of all Flesh Is The Blood" - Leviticus 17:14

"Those who Trespass against us, Beware the Shadows of Dusk"

Unshadow thyselves children
The reign in flesh begins again...

V empire

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

This night is chilled by ghost
And the woods are full of werewolves
My heart is punding with the stars
I fell the darkness rising

I'm blessed, addressed
By a voice of sweet caresses
Intoxication feeds

I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark

There hides a secret
Deeply twined inside of her mind
A tried and confined egret
That pines to fly south
To this mouth of mine

Pity

"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witchcraft!
How'd you plead?
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,

Forgive me Father, I have sinned
Darkness put her painted claws in me again
Her vision drowns like service wine
Whispered kisses so divine
I was blessed but now I've come undone

Storm clouds roll out overhead
Above their master

Наполни меня покорностью
Церковь не преградит нам тропу
Соблазнительный напиток зла...
Ты наполнила руки кровью Христа

Где презрение напитается в наитемнейшей ебаной душе!

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

Facedown I sprawl in the forest's cathedral
Where she lies in thrall
To a slippery coffin

I first saw her grin in this graven lair
My heart starting to canter
Snow white skin and raven hair
Lips full red as a blood decanter

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

Foul snake despair
Where once you darkened gardens
Another coils there
Where twice you sliced all hope from me
And left these present scars
An insane love now burns above
The weft of incandescent stars

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

Gilded cunt
You gilded cunt

"This is the moment I go to God"

Burning like derision on the prism of night
Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites
Meant to overpower and bedizen his light
He paced his tower prison with a dissonant appetite
The moon was black

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.
'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole,
The sands of time for me are running low.

Mother Fuckers!

When the priest comes to read me the last rites,

[Harder, Darker, Faster: Thornography Deluxe 2008 track]

eins
zwei
drei
vier

Formulae ueteres exorsismorum et excommunicationum

Where does the madness end?
How far down do the rungs expire
In smoke and burning heat?
In depravity and sin?

In her shocking retinue
I saw the worst
Desire run amok amongst you

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

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

"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..."

"So potent was the star under which I was born. But I have done what no-one in the world has done. Nor can ever do."

Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum
Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum

All Saints Day, the taint of rain
Blood and mud and thunder all the same
To those who close their ranks to Gilles's men

Bloated with disease
A psychophantic grease that clings
Like a shroud thrown over me
A coat of gloden fleas
And by their gleam
The shadows grow to me

This soul is sick with wicked exploration

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

Formulae ueteres exorsismorum et excommunicationum
Strigas et fictos lupos credere

Daemon pellem lupinam
In trunco quodam cauae
Arboris occultandum

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

The needle in the eye of the hurricane
The poison in the font
The nail in the coffin of the profane
I am the lot

Maniacal the fire
That weaves inside my should
When dripping tongues of hate, envenomed, roll

Forlornucopial the wealth of misery
And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure
Deep swathes of gloom
that once cocooned me in dark livery
Now clothed me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure

Alas it's true
The beast you knew

(Hidden Bonus Track)

"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

Howitzer glare and spitfire blade
Wooed by Dresden serenades
Her soundtrack now a bombing raid
Bored of vaudeville

God was six days sober
On the night that she was born
To the glistening star of a bible class

Church bells resounded like judgement day
As they were making love
In the rainswept graveyard
She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame
A monsoon Tigress set upon prey

Fall for the love of me
Crawl for the love of me

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

One might see in Mina
My disease
But it was She who has infected me
For all eternity...

As the sun slips the tearaway stars
Into the scented scheme of night
I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose

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

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

Led to other worlds
By the girls she curled within
I took their skins to see her
Be my

Be my mannequin

I cannot remember

Write a story, any story
But let it have dragons...
O Gods of war in the jungle corridor.
I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore

She stalks the shadows, burning
The smoke is thick and reeks of blood.
Her hunger an eternal yearning.

Mother
Mother
Mother

(Mater lacrimarum)
(Mater lacrimarum)

Hail to the Queen of rare delights

Dim the lights, wrong the rites
Toss the puerile cross away
We are gashing from a venomous womb

Burning bright, dead of night
Pyres stain a milky way
Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon

"Sometimes I beheaded them
With daggers, with polearms, with knives
Sometimes I suspended them in my room
From a pole or by a hook and cords
And strangled them
And when they were languishing
I committed with them the evils of the flesh"

Oh dear God
It is midnight in the labyrinth

The night is set to taint the painted halls
Moonlight is our cue
The candelabra flicker at your passing gall
I swear they're dancing just for you
The dead leaves rustle on the manor lawns

Mother of abominations
Our Lady Overkill
Smothering the congregation
Grips the cosmic wheel
A lover of acceleration
No mercy or brakes applied
I see dead stars collide
In her cold unflinching powerslide

Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head
Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead
Your life style to me seemed so tragic
With the thrill of it all
You fooled all the people with magic
You waited on Satan's call

Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure

Tonight is the night
The empowering wind that draws breath from despite
Roars ‘neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight

Choirs ignite
A swansong for Leda
Deathknells for Troy
Tragedy blooms from one act

Bursting with madness the moon shall derange
The ether caresses my veins
Cursing the feverous reign
I taste the change

Lips curl, my grip starts to harden
Maelstorms are loosing in the garden

Lead to the river
Midsummer I wait
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear, like
A thorn for the holy ones

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...

Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And though Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Lead to the river
Midsummer I wait
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear, like
A thorn for the holy ones

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

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

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

The Feast of Fools, 1308
As January slipped into the grip of winter
A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate

Amidst the flock, disease and dementia
Night was blighted more than ever before
With screams of lust and obscene adventure
And scenes of raw debauch

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

Nightfall, in thrall
I call her beauty to me
Whose ebon-lidded eyes excite
Shadows to wander through me
Whose kiss glittered with sleep
Is a thief come after dark
To steal away the leaden wreaths
From my cemetary heart

Even a man who is pure in the heart
And speaks in prayer by night
May become a wolf when the wolf's bane blooms
And the winter moon is bright"

Listen to them
The children of the night
What sweet music they make

She slept in ecstasy
In hands that fanned her wildest fantasies
Freed from Christ's frigid regime
And rigid nails...

She was first in church
To lick her lips and self-debased
Each waking second felt like heaven

Death darkens all
Right wing of the garden triptych
Left marks The Fall
The middle ground apocalyptic

Why slay the grim inevitable
And play out with a whimper?
Pain is raising armies of our faith

One dark afternoon
Like a shadow I flew
Through the rain that fell sick with lament

To this house of incest
For when we undressed
Blasphemies against Venus were rent

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

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

So adept was unspoken man
At dusting ledgers of the seraphim
That Lilith swept across the 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

Eclipsing violent centuries
Like a dark scar over France
Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais
A warrior and a scholar
He fought for Joan Of Arc
Before she met with martyrdom in flames

Far from fairytale

Witching hourglasses
Bleed the hissing sands of time
As this story, gory, a catharsis
Leads toward the quite sublime
We have such sights to show you
Enslaved from the start
She captured my heart
I recall our lips trembled a whisper apart

Soft White Throat Lyrics
Cradle Of Filth

A voyeur in league with the great thief night
In an overthrow of woven light
Slid in to rob the prayers
She whispered to the air with thin deliberation

If this world is wearing thin
And you"re thinking of escape
I"ll go anywhere with you
Just wrap me up in chains
But if you try to go alone
Don"t think I"ll understand

Stay with me

Stay

If this world is wearing thin
And you're thinking of escape
I'll go anywhere with you
Just wrap me up in chains
But if you try to go alone
Don't think I'll understand

Succumb to this slicker genesis
The serpentine wish of a decandent stranger
This fixed insistence
From a twisted out-of-mind

He is scum to his kind
Slumming with the cast
Of his vast Imaginarium

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 Mary,

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

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

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 Giods given Reich

I've never been closer
I've tried to understand
That certain feeling
Carved by another's hand
But it's too late to hesitate
We can't keep on living like this

Leave no track

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

When Joan was burnt
He knew malevolence
At the heart of all
A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense
The throne he earned
Through God"s benevolence
Started his own fall
Clothing ragged dogma in his own magnificence

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

I am She
Lilith
Mistress of the dark
Of Sheba
First offender
And succour to demons
Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites
Lead all too enslaved by the flesh

Her penultimate sighs
Called softy on the kindling wind
Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth
And then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven
Leaving her screams breaking my heart
And in the grip of fire
I knew the death of love

Bloodstains, not rose petals lie on the path
To the gluttonous bed of the whore
For she who is Satan, the waiting bloodbath
Is preparing her nations for war
For war!
Anthropogenic, dark angels wring
The fabric of life free of tears
Choking black fronds from the censers they bring

I'm chaos international
The writing on the wall
A Lazarus in parable

A dark and sullen lullaby
Whispered softly as you die
Promising torments are nigh

I’m chaos international
The writing on the wall
A Lazarus in parable

A dark and sullen lullaby
Whispered softly as you die
Promising torments are nigh

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

The world was her cloister, the abbess Duboir
In the convent at All Hallows fair
A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star
Augmenting her sisterhoods prayers
Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts
her choirs inspired the search
For the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts
And the best of the Catholic Church

At the very start
There were whispers in the dark
And for all the world to see
There was witchcraft at its heart
And on the autumn air
The scent of bonfires everywhere
And a fell wind stirred the leaves...

From the primeval mass
let precious chaos vent
Sacred flesh drenched in fornication
beloved of Set
may the winds gather her together
from the secrets of men
after thousands of years of terrifying silence
she comes again

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

They see me there
Their eyes are everywhere
Sniffing at the linen for the dirt
I feel their burning stare
That hate will later flare
And writhe upon their women full of hurt

Lace magic ink with venom, critics

Poets racking absinthed brains
Could never fully paint these nights
No martyr parting from his pain
Could utter words so erudite
As those she now divulged to me
In throes of passions grip
Indulging latent fantasies
That ran forked tongues along the lip

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

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,

When contrary winds blow across the sands
Their murmurs can be easily swayed
But when storms quicken one cannot placate
The howling of their murderous rages

Winged seraphim hold love's trembling hand
Beside our waiting graves
As war roars about our precious land

"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

Remain seated please...

Once was a magical place
Over time it was lost
Price increased the cost
Now the fortune of the kingdom
Is locked up in its dungeon vaults
The castle floor lies in traps

A celebration of the damned
The unfettered few who choose to roam
Sharing more than sexual excess
Sowing more than vexing stones

Favourite haunts of depravation
Where the morning fears to tread
Covenant revere the sullen cain

With the snow fallen thick
And bonfires alit
And shooting stars portents of rips
I ascended to spur
A mere glimpse of murmur
From her precious celestial lips

Be it sun to your moon

Seize the night
Before the fevers take flight
Cicadas drown out delight
In this horny cornucopia
The stars are alight
We have desires in sight
Dark immortals, bedight
In the throes of lycanthropia

Bedight, this pre-aestival
Festival drew darkly near
And our delight at its festival
Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir

Let the Hellish celebrations begin
Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim