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 carnal 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 feral 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 wanton 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 brothers sang Amor E Morte 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 eclipsing 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 shape and lifting nape To commemorate Erotic stains
Amor E Morte Amor E Morte More...More...More More...More...More Amor...Amor Amor E Morte Amor (Amor) Amor (Amor) Amor E Morte
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 That 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 soceress 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 the 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....
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 away 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 eep 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
Nights came trailing 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 her ill-will Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss Flayed further songs of overkill
How weep the pure Desire in violent overture Oh, 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 fulfill my sexual urge
Frights came wailing from the dark side 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 Desire in violent
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
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 ghouls 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 On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith
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 That 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 soceress 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 the 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....
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 (2x
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 away 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 eep 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
Nights came trailing 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 her ill-will Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss Flayed further songs of overkill
How weep the pure Desire in violent overture Oh, 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 fulfill my sexual urge
Frights came wailing from the dark side 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 Desire in violent
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
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 ghouls 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 On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith
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...
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..."
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
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
A 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....
"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 Snow 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 inquisitive 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 and 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
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
Oh, sweet Midian I burn for thee at heart Don't despair me 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 twist 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 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 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
Saw 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 Crotesques and wolves in womens' skins The raven winged and missing limbed Suicides and split thighed Seraphim And marble stairs Stargazers dare Ascend like prayer
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 twist 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 Purient 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
Please come for me
Exhuming the moon Through the bars in my room The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes No Cenobites come to clame me from 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
All hope in eclipse A thousand nights one succored 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 coming 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 pharoah'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 enthrall 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 inscribed, The words "damnation throughout 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 heels of life
Loered souls, growing cold, tendered 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 chill blew down the centuries That night atonement's eyes Lit a burning man in me
When love lay bleeding And fates safe feeding From wounds gored 'neath Those cherubic wings She of kindred light Gladly sacrificed Eternity Just to be With me
As the moon who's 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
Sibilant and macabre Wallpurgis 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 confines Of the panther's den
She watches from a maypole, on the tip of Her tongue The restless spirit of a Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Of gingerbread men
Spawned scorned, abhored 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, abhored 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 it beat, sinking in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate ease Espied by the cross on the wall And should she awake, through embrace or mistake She would take jesus Blest foot forward and all...
Sibilant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in it's arms Dancing on Her grave...
