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Bring me my wine
And the head of the world I will drink to her demise The subtle art Of decapitation The perfect irony of such an end Bring me the flesh Of your sin and repentance Display the worlds delights This last meal My righteous friend I serve Thee cold Now lift your cup in celebration Indulge your lips I do insist Drink up drink up Long ago I grew deaf To the echoes of my footsteps Long ago I grew blind To the world through your eyes I overcame The bleak destiny Of your lead-filled convictions I prevailed And now I soar relentlessly Beyond the north In my ascension I scorn the eye of envy And he who flies is hated most of all I celebrate the distance Over which you spill your grief By your belief you waste your tears On a liar and a thief "How could you ever be just towards me? I choose your injustice as my portion" Now for the grand finale You will be protagonist This tragedy you did inspire Crucifixion with a twist Bring me my wine And the head of the world I will drink to her demise For this last meal My righteous friend I serve Thee cold |
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As the sun returns
From the shades of night So am I reborn from my own corruption I invoke the consuming fire And from the ashes mould The renaissance of my decadent self At the dawn of my rebirth The heart is overflowing I indulge and dissipate And when the cup is empty I drink from nothingness The venom by which I disintegrate This is not merely pride Or lust for eminence This is the reoccurring cycle of my existence As the sun returns From the shades of night So am I reborn from my own corruption Behold - the god returns Solar balls upon his back A sacrifice I invoke the consuming fire And from the ashes mould The renaissance of my decadent self My sacrifice - my corruption - my death |
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Prayers
Confessions The peaceful tools Of a righteous man Redemption Forgiveness Serenity complete And you believe That time will heal Erase your wounds Your lies conceal Cleanse your soul In dreams of death Wherein you may concede But when you wake Remember this: In my domain Those scars will bleed Your peace is not my peace Where you redeem I summon guilt Your fear is not my fear I beckon the fire Your hell is not my hell The life you shun Is mine to live Your sins are not my sins In me you find no heir Your lies are not my lies Such grace I do renounce Your god is not my god Where he forgiveth I will unheal Shameless Ever defying The pride and joy Of a nemesis Fallen Godless Solitude complete Yet - I will see Your faiths defeat Thy will undone My kingdom come Wash your hands In frozen convictions Beyond you make your plead But come the end I guarantee: In my domain Those scars still bleed |
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The open air
Atop this mountain Welcomes my hungered voice Yet - in the echoes Of my indulgence I hear a calling from below Silent cries To my solitude profound In too deep There is no return For the soul unbound In too deep I draw circles Sacred boundaries Around my desolate temple Blood is spilt And thorns grow On the path to liberty Eternally In pain and rapture I was summoned And I was forced Yet - I willed it so |
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Sacrilege
Profanity Rabid convulsion Of blasphemy Thus appear my venomous cries To your ears Were they truths or were they lies Rejection Eternal Tyranny Of denial I would surely burn myself at the stake Were my demons the spawn Of your lusts and perversions Parasite Mundane creed Dispassionate Betrayal In times of moral crisis The darkest places in hell Are reserved for the neutral And so you earn My contempt My enmity Malediction Though my path be that of thorns The way of my affliction Is the way to myself The devil will not let me go Though I do not mind Through fiery lakes to where cold rivers flow I honour the contract I signed Sacrilege Profanity Rabid convulsion Of blasphemy Thus appear my venomous cries To your ears Were they truths or were they lies Rejection Eternal Tyranny Of denial I would surely burn myself at the stake Were my demons the spawn Of your lusts and perversions No - the devil will not let me go And I never did mind Through fiery lakes to where cold rivers flow With pleasure I honour the contract I signed |
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Again I find myself in this narrow chamber
And my kettle simmers with the same old brew Now turning sour There must be more to this than chemistry As my soul burns with fever Instinctively I do repeat the simple formula "Solve et coagula" He stands to face his fate alone Who will not be content with stone Some distant glimmers used to lessen my despair Since then this darkened cell has lost its charm Now I seek a lightning's glare "Grips thee, thou Superman! Where is the soul elated? Where is the breast that in its self a world created"-M "Why grinnest thou at me, thou hollow skull? Save that thy brain, confused like mine, once sought bright day And in the sombre twilight dull, With lust for truth, went wretchedly astray?"-F |
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Night comes with a smell of murder
And shadows fall long on my trail Such are the hazards of my craft All lights disperse And the devil takes me down There is panic in my fascination Like soothing wine is my despair Gracefully I fall to pieces Then lights disperse And the devil takes me down The gears keep turning And the ropes stretch far In this world of hopelessness I have come a long way now The fatal riddles Beckon me I have come a long way now A leap from faith And gravity I have come a long way now To find the nest Where treasures sleep I have come a long way now The fairest lies Are hidden in the deep In the deep There is vanity in my destruction There is mockery in my ordeal Indefinite is the course of my decent When lights disperse And the devil takes me |
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He lies quiet now
In the nothing And there is no epitaph No stone Yet - his legacy flows Like a river Walker of barren paths Seer of night Friend of shadows A carrier of light And his legacy flows Like a river from ice The hungry heart opens And drinks from this fountain So cold There are no promises In his solitary grave There is no salvation Only words But what then are these precious streams Of coldness from the heights? They will never reach the fields below What is this silent grave To those who never sought to find it? What is greatness to the dead? And his legacy flows Like a river from ice The hungry heart opens And drinks from this fountain So cold |
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It was never
The icy winds of the heights But the coldness of the world That hardened my foundation Whether your approach Is that of praise or blasphemy The construction of my being Will remain the same If my soaring presence Threatens to break your neck Then so be it You shall dread my name There is a fundamental cleft Between your world and mine One of divine origin Were you to witness The nakedness of your own soul It would still appear a tower of Babel Is it such a crime to go apart and be alone? Your holy simplicity turns gold into stone |
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