- A Failed Exorcism
Ye are incurably diseased
Even if the Daemon is summoned
That cure would not be a human one
Bear your agony, bear Him.
Nefariousness, intimidation, shamefacedness
And sweetest tears to shrive the last of all bedevilments
Of the spirit rather than the flesh
Paenitentiam agite!
- Apologia
Among the calamities of a rapidly declining age,
Of which – O grieving heart! – our aching souls are cursed to read and bear witness,
It is primarily the vetus oriens,
Which, unleashed through the irrevocable perdition of His downfall,
Surceaseth not to befoul the Church,
Whose early proliferation was blessed by the blood baptism of the novus oriens,
The Human Christ,
With manifold contagions of heresy.
- Between Bronze Walls
As poisoning light
Ignores my futile desire for sleep
I find myself surrounded by mirrors
Blinding me
With this abhorrent colour
With my abhorrent flesh
With their abhorrent grin
This must be the most raging maelstrom
- Desert Lair
Surreal colour plans draw the horizon
So parched and silent
One step beyond the borders drained them of life
Requiems for burnt sheep
Deadened, yet sustaining
Float in a searing vacuum
Why could we not mourn?
- Malefica
Non est caput nequius super caput colubri
Et non est ira super iram mulieris
Commorari leoni et draconi placebit
Quam habitare cum muliere nequam.
Beware the unsavoury grief of the serpent
Eschew her feeble heart, her juices, her tongue
Thou wouldst follow a siren's voice through a sea of caustic Absinthe
And with malicious lust inflamed, thou shalt fail, and writhe in hate
- Monument
For the glory of God... let none of them be blameless
Beware of relieving them from the righteous wrath
When she doth transgress, she doth beyond all inquisition
... vel reperitur solum diffamata de haeresi generaliter
... and we impose canonical lustration upon thee
A humiliating oath of the morbid one
Touch the Gospels...
... vel reperitur ultra infamiam questionibus et tormentis exponenda aliqualiter
- Ornaments On Malice
Nec volunt quod deus talia fieri permittat.
Read, fatuous lambs...
Your wretched evils are punished far beyond disease and death
It is them who let the Daemon operate, despite miserable angelic restraint
It is them who feed the glory of our lord, and so artfully afflict Him
And o your animal acts...
Patior peccatum originale originatum!
Warm semen is passed on, and the guilt, the shame, o the shame!
- Soliloquy Of The Stigmatised Shepherd
How long have I been wandering uphill?
My lord, did you paint these meadows?
They are colourless
Roar... agonizing distant noise
Look at me
I kneel down before thee
- Spires, The Wailing City
Now it happened in the city of Spires, in the same year that this book was begun, that a certain
devout woman held conversation with a suspected witch, and, after the manner of women, they used
abusive words to each other. But in the night she wished to put her little suckling child in its cradle,
and remembered her encounter that day with the suspected witch. So, fearing some danger to the
child, she placed consecrated herbs under it, sprinkled it with holy water, put a little blessed salt to
its lips, signed it with the sign of the cross, and diligently secured the cradle. About the middle of
the night she heard the child scream...
Is it a goatish gorge I smell there on thy pale maiden flesh?
- The Clockhand's Groaning Circles
Clutching a giant laance of brass
Within a storm
That rushes silently
Through a hallway of mirrors
Drafts and visions beform me
Poisoned air burns into wounds:
The missing entrails -
Left behind
- Trial
Read, fatuous lambs, the proclamation on the churchgate:
Cum nos totis nostris affectibus inhiantes ac ex omnibus nostris praecordiis affectantes,
populum christianum nobis commissum
in unitate et serenitate catholice fidei confoveri
ac ab omni peste pravitatis haeretice visceraliter elongari,
idcirco nos,
ad gloriam et honorem recolendi nominis iesu christi
et ad exaltationem sancte fidei ortodoxe
- Unlock The Shrine
How horrible your face has become within this prison
I smell your steps on the wooden floor again
So desperate to keep them silent... you are mine
With all your masochistic desire
Invoke and fight me again
Saw your suicidal seed
Inhale your schizophrenia