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..."
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...
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
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
"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
