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
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
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
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....
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
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
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn
Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending time to falter
Welcome arms wide and crucified... the slaughter
Lightning freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell
Where the tragic in theory and practice fell
Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God's failure
One the forest spired Nurtured in Nature's heart Now great cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors
Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars
And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass
Where the tragic in theory and practice meet
Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat
Sorched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva
Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisened ground...
