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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:36 am | |
| 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
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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:36 am | |
| 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!
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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:38 am | |
| 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.
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| 2. All Hope In Eclipse
A thousand nights once succoured Me In the shadow of misanthropy 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 Pharaoh'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 enthral 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 incribed, The words "Damnation through 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 hells of life
Lowered souls, growing cold, tentered 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
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 sate feeding From wounds gored 'neath Those cherubic wings She of kindred light Gladly sacrificed Eternity Just to be With Me
As the moon whose 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, leaped 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.
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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:39 am | |
| 3. Born In A Burial Gown
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis 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 rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men
Spawned scorned, abhorred 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, abhorred 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 fire-lit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all...
Sibilant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave...
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| 4. Summer Dying Fast
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene
I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise
Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come...
Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies
They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face?
Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?
WAR!
Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we are, what we shall be, again..."
Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in...
Summer's dying...
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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:40 am | |
| 5. No Time To Cry
[Sisters of Mercy cover]
It's just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too But it's...
[CHORUS]
(No no no) No time for heartache (No no no) No time to run and hide (No no no) No time for breaking down (No no no) No time to cry
Sometimes in the world as is you've Got to shake the hand that feeds you It's just like Adam says It's not so hard to understand It's just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It's just like always here again it's...
[CHORUS]
Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can't sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry
[CHORUS]
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| 6. The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved by Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again
(All Destroyer)
The abolition of the yeshua begins...
Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs
World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour And the weak will flee or die
Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. Shes holding an inquisition from the bandaged, feeble, watch.
I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto Our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For Her that exists beyond all knowledge
Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb
The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest
The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names
To the name of Baphomet... Artemis, Bastet, Astarte
I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising
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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:41 am | |
| 7. Suicide And Other Comforts
I pace, alone In a place for the dead Overcome by woe And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven
Oh sweet Mary, Dressed in grief Roll back the stone
With these words scrawled in a severed hand Tears fall like shards of glass that band In rivers, like sinners Swept with me to join the damned
A darkened sky The day that laughter died Fell swiftly into night And stayed within Her sight Staring at the knife Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice My life, to have Her with me
So farewell to distant thunder Those inept stars I've worshipped under Fall father, their Father Lies in wait in flames below Whilst my love, a blood red flower Calls to me from verdant bowers Graveside, I cry Please save me from this Hell I know
A darkened sky The day that laughter died Fell swiftly into night And stayed within Her sight Staring at the knife Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me
An eye for an eye as espied in the bible My faith is lost to the burning of idols One less cross to press upon the survival Of this lorded agony
And I, (much as I have tried To bury Her from mind, Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...) Still sense Her presence so divine Lithe arms about my throat Like pining swans entwined Footfalls at nightfall close to mine
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars See Her face in every natural feature Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever... With glee deceiving me
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her Siren song to sing along, no finer Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor Strike a chord with misery
No light nor reef No unsinkable of romance keeps me Safely from the stormy seas Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams Unthinkable to dredge through this Listless and lonely winter frieze
A darken sky This day hereafter dies Falls swiftly into night And stays within my sight Staring at the knife Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me
No more a victim of a crusade Where souls are strung from a moral palisade I slit my wrists and quickly slip away... I journey now on jewelled sands Beneath a moon to Summerlands To grace Her lips with contraband The blaze once in my veins
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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:41 am | |
| 8. Dinner At Deviant's Palace
[Backwards]
Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, as in heaven, so on earth. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.
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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:41 am | |
| 9. The Black Goddess Rises II
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace
Thee I worship...
Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly
Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive Evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms
Thou art in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black goddess arise
Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve
As the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark with designs I pour my soul to those eyes of fire As I bury my seed deep inside
Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken My beloved...
Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight?
And the fear retreats forever (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) When my secrets are buried in thine (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) To plot the new age's decline (Come to me... ARISE!)
Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me And help me seize My future from the House of Death
That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you
Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw
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| 10. Scorched Earth Erotica
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 tied down crucified... The slaughter
Lightening 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
Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature'heart Now dreat 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
(We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...)
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
Scorched 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 Face down in dust and poisoned ground...
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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:42 am | |
| 2. The Promise Of Fever
In the beginning Rimmed with wind and storm A great black wrath of infinite math Spat snarling into form And there was Heaven Lit up with precious stones Each one could fall but for the rule Of Faith and love and stronger thrones
And therein rose vast wonders Affections to be seen Fathered from the plundered Reflections of a dream
Fogging into nightmare For him whose place was set With wayward stars that absent, marred All creation with their theft
In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent)
For sculptured lips of seraphim Whom fate then cruelly rent (With sleight fingered strains of harmony) Each note to grim portent
As grinning nimbus gathered Over spires arabesque For Him that blazed with holy praise That for a jealous God was meant
Shining Feriluce Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits Basked in glory, flew To lakes in sacred altitudes
Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze With curling tongues that lapped the lead As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift) Until at last, past grasping trees
He paused to draught forbidden streams That whispered siren promises To drown his thirst (for sports amiss)
These waters held secrets Like raped Russian dolls Wherein evil and good Tore his soul for control
And drunk with the verse of desire's first words The weight of the universe Slunk in rehearsed
Horror in numbers too great to discern The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons
Shining Feriluce Reflected in jaded mirror Climbing from the noose Of time in divine servitude
And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from his ashen lips In red dawn scores, the silver scream Of truth and her deleted scenes Was taken up as far, it seemed As God his words eclipsed
(Those waters hid visions Like butchers in war Perverting the course Of life's blood evermore...) In the beginning Skinned well with gibbous tones Of countenance and ignorance In equal measures sewn A marbled arc of Angels Sworn to the morningstar Shared His pride and deep inside Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards
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| 3. Hurt And Virtue
Distant vistas Swathed in the haze Of the reddening sunset Fell to whispers 'Neath stars that marred descending skies
From the cusp of midnight mountains Wending as a mist Rebels truced with Feriluce (In truth, few could resist) Came praising his hellraising through The sparse and marble clime Where Virtue bathed, their ravings made Her fountains flood with wine
Lifted with the gift Of their dark seductive songs She drifted from the path She was surely set upon
Courting chaos Prized in sight Of the covering angel Taught in ways of Smothering another lover Other than God
Worshipped in each other's arms Like spider eidolons The moon conducted like a charm Those strange attachments on And this is how they came to be Dragged before the throne Through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run On soft white throats and punctured moans
Though fated now than later By his tutor that had been He baited the Creator With the future he had seen
Of Michael, psyched with jealousies A reich right by His side And worming Man about to be The apple of His eye
His children lost to free will And the cost of beaten hearts Like the night 'twixt vice and Virtue When Her kiss became a scar
Seraph enemies Why has my lord forsaken my judgment Am I not free as He to indulge my darkest fantasies?
From embittered lips These words were slathered Split with the whips Of their witch hunt gathered
He sought Her grave Midst drowning crowds that howled in rage... Blasphemer! Blasphemer! Though she was gone Not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng But ghosted back where she belong...
A grace embracing Michael In a lace of tears that bleared his pride He swallowed Blood followed Though with spit for all things divine Though with spit for all things so fucking blind
His seal He tore And to the floor He threw this tie to heaven Signifying holy war
And watchful of this sign A thousand flames, unauthorised Left celestial posts To coalesce and, unified Return their fallen leader As he turned one final time And threw a glance Like a downward lance That stung like guilt in every mind | |
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| 4. An Enemy Led The Tempest
As pride precedes the downfall So he took His place before the firewall Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung
Between forgiveness and the damage done
An electric scent over drear decay Lent a violent surge to their serenades Through white glades as His winged parade Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors
Within vast skies unversed in starkness His might grew And blew light hues to grey... And worse, a third of stars to darkness
Then thunder seethed And wreathed in thickening night A line was drawn midst wrong and right And across the throat of thieves
As love fell choked, the tempest broke From Heaven's farthest shore Descending to eclipse all hope Repentance might stay holy war
He would not heel nor fake a bow Murmur curses to the wind Enraged, he raved in balrog howls Upon a storm firstborn of sin
Incensed anew, rebellious tore Like frenzied beasts of prey Through temple doors... Thrown east before the midnight masses
And where once bliss reigned so serene In sweeter glades Now veins ran openly... Like eyes that shed from kindred ashes
When suddenly There shone a hideous light And a voice like three insanities Soared up in thistled speech
"Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none And for this grave mistake How thou art fallen Morning Sun The proud will be abased"
He would not heel nor fake a bow Murmur curses to the wind And lo, the wrath of god swept down...
"Thou art no more an angel filled With light, but a leech to be abhorred And thou shalt suffer My burning will"... Quoth this raven: "Nevermore"
Never fucking more
And with these words like heavy stone Cast against that gilded throne With many legions still in tow He turned his wings to flee His eyes a picture of distaste Drawn to tears and in their place The dawn of time and fates to face Through all eternity...
I wept for him a deep red river That ran like blood through scarred ravines To sluice away the guilt that slithered Like a serpent tongue to Eve For once as I, in heaven climbed Too high for truth to truly see My sunken mind, drunken and blind Saw the lie: The fool was Me...
Alone and cold, face to the crack Beyond the dark gates with no way back His crown of gold faded to black Like a bruise upon the heart that lingers
With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths Of rope to hang high Ten commandments by... Snaked about his upraised fingers
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| 6. Better To Reign In Hell
Better to reign in hell Better to reign in hell
Heart in hand passed clasp of pain In dark lowland that set bad blood in veins Burning, like penal fires roused to strain The jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses
The golden dawn Lay lost to mist where Emboldened thorns Made their bed with toppled stones
He closed His eyes Sunken to dream there Of crow-black skies And a great white empty throne Horror stalked the bilious fogs That balked his visions
He licked the spittle from the cheeks of the wry And drifted back to when His stung its target The sneer of Michael on a glorious high Of angel dust and Virtue by his side
Drowning in the past That downfall seemed like yesterday Though blurred moons passed As enemies in high places laughed
Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines He rose snowblind, through shifting sands of time Erased the trace and taste of bitter wines The grapes of wrath grew fat on the vine
She came to Him A little whip of tantrums Thrashed on velvet skins That lines Her wishbone Henge
Her name was Sin A warming spurt of mantras Splashed on occult tongues That whispered sweet revenge
For the shame of their crawl from grace Cold and hollow as the grave
And for a rape and ruinous scourge Spared for souls that shared God's worship For now their throats coated notes with dirge That poured from parapets to the pits below
Drowning in the past A wretched scream like yesterday Died at last With the rising of the revenant dark
All sharpened claws and blunt discharge
"I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord Tearing at my carcass heart I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes Of Virtue slipping into bondage masks... Freewill made me better to reign in hell"
And with new wings Unfurled and spoken He took to things That would desecrate the world
The seduction of both woman and man For a bastard masterplan
Drowning out the past Fool Fates unwound cruel yesterdays beneath the stars That staggered from the blast
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| 7. Serpent Tongue
[Part 1]
So adept was unspoken Man At dusting ledgers of the seraphim That Lilith swept across the broken land In a whirl of lust to pleasure him
This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun In bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells And ran with morning fauna; His mastiffs and gazelle
Breathless as the wind Adam, prowled, fell foul to Sin But not before She spread Her grin Across His silent lips At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor's nest wherein they lay Bore witness to Her soft parade Of fingers come to grips
His undivine attention won She deftly spun From 'neath His thrusts to writhe above In ecstasy Pendulous She swung As if her limbs imbibed His tongue To spill, as with His rod The secret name of God
But no seed passed those fruitful lips (Serpent Tongue) For fearing Her who grasped, He slit (Serpent Tongue) Her throat from ear to where She fled (Serpent Tongue) With tail and blood between Her legsss...
[Part II]
So very kept was the virgin hand That brushed the treasures of Utopia And how the greed swept across the desert sands In late August just to measure Her
This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon A simple dish born with a silver spoon Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk Incubus and Prudence, two such swoon to touch Her
Restless as the skies Temptation, bloomed, found room to rise And snatching breaths between Her thighs He crawled to Eve... At dead of night, the sticky clime Smelt perfect to this serpentine This shining Angel Palled in mysteries...
Her undivine attention won He deftly spun A web of for the one Great sacred tree Bejewelled and lit As if a thousand shades did flit About boughs of forbidden lore Hidden for the want of more
And when seeds passed those fruitful lips And Mankind basked in vast eclipse A Devil shot of thin disguise Surmised to better paradise
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| 8. Carrion
Lurking in the shade Of dark and fragrant trees Shirking from the rage That tore the heavens free A vagrant Angel His with span to see The garden swell with terrors To banish man and Eve
Another fall from grace Whiplashed from the gates Half-naked and insane Full-blooded, breasted Nerve ends tested To behests of pain
A sombre lot to gain
A storm slid in Borne by carnal winds The upper ether thinned And therein sat abominations
Satan seated there Savouring the reek of desolation Their dank despair Moved His speech to leech the air
"Behold the golden door To paradise is lost So praise Me as you raised your Lord And I shall thaw this gnawing frost"
Another fall from grace Whiplashed from the gates Half-naked and insane And destined for a spiteful Fate Wherein evil sought the shamed As pawns in greater stakes Across this cosmic game To win the hand Of darkness and Set Her in her rightful place
"Cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow thou shalt eat of it all the days of thy life; Thorns also and thistles shall bring it forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field; In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it was thou taken: for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return." [Genesis 3:17-19]
At the throat of the human race With claws engorged and poised to rake With that the pact was sealed And as creation reeled Bewitched oration filled The hearts of all Who came to crawl Upon these earthen fields
A sombre lot to till
A wracked black acid song Spat from the massive throng Of Seraph knelt along The deep red welt to domination
The deep red welt to domination
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| 10. Presents From The Poison-Hearted
Reigning at the feast of Phantasia Heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow Before My coronation and vocal aspirations To rule this fool creation fallen 'neath me now
I knew deep eyes Of a distant Christ Were scarred from afar under starry lustre
Sighting my recitals on the rites of vice Perverting Virtue Enslaving grace Behind the glittering mask of pride Saving face finding thorns to pierce His side
Desire, the fire Spread hell throughout my soul And higher the wire The more I sought control
Straining from the leash in exultation Head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs The global scent of fornication A writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues
I whispered schemes to dreamers then To pursue an Eden That screamed of me supreme again As my world bloomed So too the moon Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan Mahalaleel and Jared blew Perverting virtue Enslaving grace Behind the slippery guise of lies Saving face making waves to drown their faith
Messiahs, Pariahs Aeons reversed the two This higher, their spires The more cursed grew their roots And suffering...
I swept cruel seas On the galley of the shadow of death
A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on The coast of Menses
Discharged from celestial wombs A first degree murder of ravens Followed in fugue through the crack of doom
The Goat of Mendes I set regime In the galley of the shadow of death...
Angels in raiments As pure as coal Taking their payments In tortured mortal souls A bold direction The abyss edge But on cold reflection One they warmed to nonetheless
As they preyed the paths of the righteous Through the myth of thistled orchard floors Bearing gifts of plenitude, for The apples of the Lord were rotten to the core
Temptation, my ambassador
Attila, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero All begged of Me for more
Down dark steps of history I waged war with a heaven I could not see... Beyond my wildest fantasies
Throwing sixes over deadly sin I traded whose who played to win Skin for precious kin... And that that wormed within
Staining the reams of revelation Etching ever-afters in accursed verse The limpid rags of resurrection From papal parapets were to dirt dispersed Desire, the flyers Spread hell throughout their souls And higher the fire The more I held control
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| 11. Doberman Pharaoh
To and fro, through freeze and thaws From zenith to nadir The universal tug of war Saw lines drawn in the sands appear Divisions of a promised land And Hell for those that dwelt Beneath a Pharaoh's granite hand Where death wed something else
Millennia swam passed Since the covened Ark Ran aground on Ararat...
But anew, tempered shadows grew Out of Midian, strewing fear Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms Led a desert son to sear
From the palace orchard I espied... (Where swooning trees and moonless beams vied For the painted eye of the royal bride Whose gliding curves were deified) ...beyond Her grace where love would die Wretched destiny arrive
Back and forth the prophet came Riddled with a tongue of plagues That would render might Egypt lame If the rage of God stayed unassuaged... I listened with a heavy heart But unveiled to the threats This Hebrew in a jackal's mask Would dredge into effect
Thenceforth the Nile reddened s if Set stretched His hand To beset the damned
And bruised with flies The skies grew leadened
But these miracles, feared Were all but reared By nature, whose law alone Stood that revered
This hysteria passed, but still the mark Of Yahveh burned on in the dark
One final time, on the steps to the shrine Of Thoth, I twined with fate "Let my people go" "Still my word is no" "Then Death shall be the deciding plague"
Since the crimes divine I left behind I'd warred with every tribe that plied In holy vestament, but with time Bored sore of clawing what was mine I laid my bones and made my throne With a view to paradise
Thenceforth the heavens deafened As if great beasts Were unleashed to feast on man
And with carrion span Michael was weaponed
To descend with scorn A dark reform Through Pi-Ramses Skinning mine and Her firstborn
Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark Of Yahveh, bleeding in the dark
With nauseous dawn, a cry, forlorn Unified from plazas deep The prophet's curse Far worse had worked To wrest the war in me from sleep
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| 12. Babalon A.D. (So Glad For The Madness)
I bled on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored
And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I drew pity Or pretty litanies from the Lord
So the plot sickened With the coming of days Ill millennia thickened With the claret I sprayed And though they saw red I left a dirty white stain A splintered know in the grain On Eden's marital aid
So glad for the madness
I walked the walls naked to the moon In Sodom and Babylon And through rich whores and corridors Of the Vatican I led a sordid Borgia on
I read the Urilia text So that mortals wormed As livebait for the dead
And as I broke hope, I choked Another pope with manna peel Dictating to DeSade In the dark entrails of the Bastille And as he wrote, I smote A royal blow to the heads of France And in the sheen of guillotines I saw others, fallen, dance
I was an incurable Necromantic old fool A phagadaena that crawled Drooling over the past A rabid wolf in shawl A razor's edge to the rule That the stars overall Were never destined to last
So glad for the madness
I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep Turning sermons with the smell On Witchfinder fingers Where bad memories lingered Burning, as when Dante Was freed to map Hell
I sired schemes and the means To catch sight of the seams And the vagaries inbetween...
And midst the lips and the curls Of this cunt of a world In glimpses I would see A nymph with eyes for me
Eyes of fire that set all life aflame Lights that surpassed art In sight, that no intense device of pain Could prise their secrets from my heart
I knew not her name Though her kiss was the same Without a whisper of shame As either Virtue or Sin's And pressed to Her curve I felt my destiny swerve From damnation reserved To a permanent grin...
So glad for the madness
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| 14. Mannequin
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat, Using them all, like the paralyzing snake, Charmed and enchanted by the babylon whore.
Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin
Be my mannequin
I cannot remember How it was that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those Heaven sent
Did we come together At masked palatial Balls In silks and flesh and leather Or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle The eerie song of wolves And eyes that danced with fire As they have forever more
Our rites of sin Have long fathered a hymn To burden Him Whom by slip of after whim At genesis Dressed Her like the wind In Autumn gowns That pinned Her down To be my mannequin
Be my mannequin
Always poised on winter But never would She break My lovecraft and black witch heart That pounded in Her wake
We kissed on distant balconies A law unto Her own Thirteenth dark commandment Of figures pressed to stone Turning cream with fantasies That God alone would know We graced vomitorium With the sweet excess of Rome
Flagrant in the past Our names were deeply carved On the tree of life in long dead languages
Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin
Be my mannequin
I tongued the nuns at Louviers But not one word possessed Her divine right, an archetype For mortal Goddesses...
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| 15. Thank God For The Suffering
I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May 'Neath whose rays we lay together And those bright nights on glassy waves When we would glide lightly away From the grain For wicked flights of pleasure
Those visions fade Like ghosts to life's parade Though incisions once made her so vivid A scarlet whore With both heels in the door Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
And midst the writhe of parapets Where angels sigh, lonely she sits Upon the lip Only a slip from whence I beg Her
That I would wish Her kiss a chrysalis To break to make my fluttered heart amiss And in those frozen moments won From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes inwove with deathshead wing I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all But for the Rapture That ancient plan for my defeat Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free It seems again dreams wend to capture
Once dancing in a spotlit waltz Through shadowed dimension Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes The world drifted by in lost momentum
With no divine intervention
Regardless that the author Of sin was me and I Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace As Mortals warred with more besides
They warred with life itself
And in those frozen moments won From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun In drapes inwove with deathshead wing I thank God for the suffering
And I thank God for the suffering As still I burn For Her return I would make my peace with everything
I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May Consigned to flames like secret letters And midst the writhe of parapets Where angels sigh, lonely she sits Upon the lip Only a slip from whence I beg her
That I would wish Her kiss a chrysalis To break to make my fluttered heart amiss And in those frozen moments won From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun In drapes inwove with deathshead wing I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all Were we not parted Her splintered loss rekindles rage The winter frost dwindles across my stage Lit up once more to score finales started
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| 16. The Smoke Of Her Burning
Earth and sea cower from my screams As I climb into the skies Atop sins towered heaven high for me From whence I see no reason why I should not smite with vengeance And hurl thieves down from paradise For storms before were as nothing more Than a breeze next to this night
I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm A riot of stars shaken from their station
The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning Six vices become wrath
And though half-blind with ravening Like Phineus now I see The end declared from the beginning Love won through my defeat But now I fear I will never peer On Her radiance again I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red Of faces pressed to bloodstained panes
Betrayed and played by God Who alone but He Scapegraced and goated me? Now I wish to piss on His parade
Angels, clawed with burnished wings Still loyal, kiss the seal Bent on knees and harrowing Promise overkill
Know that you shall die like whores And the cries of your writhings shall rise To please their Lord... So before the sword Side with me in slaughter
I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm The spoken horns of desolation
Drink the pouring of my fury Those darkened waters spur The brink of war as my judge and jury And rapist executioner Our time is short, the horsemen ride A foul-breathed chora howls, besides Damnation and a day has passed This divine right to genocide
Weld the gates to heaven shut The abyss leers in hissing ruts Unhilt the black grimoire of death Inscribe all names that God has left
I lived the dream of nymph and men But now the nightmares come again
Now the nightmares come again...
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| 2. Gilded Cunt
Your misery is worn as a veil To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind In place of eve a bitter parody hails Daggers from the swagger Of a sodomite's concubine Bine (Bine)
Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt
Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave My preference leans to killing you quickly Scissored in the gizzard That a heart no more maintains
But I am tied To the labyrinth and the beast The one-way track of eyes Black and grey like panzers
Loose your shell Shoot the mouth The gates of hell Have often dropped their jaws about Satan's agents were perversion to bear Side to side with their diversions You use to guide my fingers there
Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger
Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt
Nothing is above you save a boreal light That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice And below you, will I see you tonight Glower from your tower Built of ivory and spite?
For I am torn Between the sheets that keep me borne And the teeth of a storm They reap then rape my stanzas
Click your heels Three times six The stars are fixed May I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue Nor did heaven ever weather The crosses that you came upon
Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger
Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt
Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole
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