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 vengeful 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 yield the sign That Dawn in born to their eclipse
For Our Inhumankind Comes an underdog day Sunrise Rippling with fire like femaledition
Wind amidst the flame I gazed out Tapped into the fog and shared her pain When in her mind she sought his leave And begged forgiveness
I splintered 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 faces 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 graze night skies 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
"Care for a little necrophilia? Hmm?"
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 their 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 vermilion 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 faces 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 separate 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..."
"You Fucking Whore!"
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
7. Creatures That Kissed In Cold Mirrors
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 oh, 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 the cold mirrors A Queen of Snows 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 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 for I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand in between?"
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 swan song for ravens trapped flapping in night
A tragic yet magical 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 God'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 never land 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 Night breed freed from the vasty deep ...Nasty reap of freaks forsaken And when sultry Dusk disrobes they'll learn She is not a natural blond 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 under gash Of Heaven too slight for penetration
We strike as wolves from the thickening fog To exalt our throne over 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 Guardian, 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 thieves
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 divinity 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
11. Tortured Soul Asylum
"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 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...
You rival Heaven Above Heaven'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 each a face effaced, And raped in the womb!
In hidden Midian, A Vatican lying in state, For the sanctity of sin...
To rival Heaven Free of Heaven's tragic wreck (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.
Soar 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 Grotesques and wolves in women's skins The raven winged and missing limb Suicides and split thighed Seraphim.
And marble stairs Stargrazers dare Ascend like prayer (As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares)
Under full moons waxing lyrically: Death's poetry floods the soul, Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo. And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs, Hymeneal gates to other sides. A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies.
Midian...
I know I've seen Through the black backed 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...
... 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 rise 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!
Midian! Midian!
12. For Those Who Died
[Japanese Bonus Track]
[Sabbat's "History Of A Time To Come" (1987) cover.]
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.
