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
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb
I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are downtrodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth
We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between
This is my will
The forest whispers my name The forest whispers my name
Make some more fucking noise Nottingham
I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs
Come to me my pale enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss
Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked
Dark fairy-tales in Phallestein Symbols and signs to know us by
Is re-invoked In Phallestein
The principle of evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon I stand enthralled In the whispering forest Yeah
What a fucking crap way to spend an Easter weekend This is entitled
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...
When the sun has swept upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant In adoration of the moon and thee
"They call as I to thee..."
And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity... She shall come for me
A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpend caress
Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and fever, demise
"Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone"
Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rounge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace
Dusk and her embrace
We shall filt through the shdows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deady nightshade Still warmed with the kill′s of afterglow
Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality
Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine...
"Let me come to thee with eyes like Asphodel Moon-glacing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell"
Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me...
Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us
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
"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
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 putrefied Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise
Grinning winds of hate unfurled Towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch 'neath her veil Reclamation, our time has come 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 Again
Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave?
Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide...
Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept
Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fresh horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees
This is the theme to a bitter Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon
And what use are prayers to that "god"? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost
This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring
Dance macabre "neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back...
I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive
Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away...
This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death in season Driven like the drifting snow
Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker's shore Heiling new flesh Read, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for?
This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing
Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they're clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we've bled upon our knees
Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennah paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave...
Iniquitous I share Carmilla's mask A gaunt mephitic voyeur On the black side of the glass Peering through the mirror Deep dark and ominous Consorting themes, demons I weave Subservience from thee to lust
I am Corinthian light A snake in flowers by night The last temptation of Christ Evil in mortal...
Disguise the guilt Sharp-eyed, impassive whore Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor Lure me panthered Faustia With cunt and veiled womb To prowl thy inner sanctum walls In Tirgoviste to resume Control
Seduction, my obsessive art A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms 'Midst dreams of robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind (Purge) Fires work in me A lithe supremacy I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies Impaler Lord Flesh upon the sword My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war
I am thirst, spearheaded hunger Sacrament and pain Nails raked in savagery When the cruel Countessa came
Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon Of Draconian design
A love that never dies Nefarious as her winds Stirring silhouettes to rise
When stars fall pale And to drown back in Her eyes Is to madden ghosts within To unhinge a thousand sins From Death's dark vale
"Blessed be these spells of winter Unto us that wait with patience in This secret garden To storm our way into another As yes undone"
(Surge)
Desert claims Eden And Hyperborean Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun Iconoclast Before thee angels clasped In nakedness their ochre flesh Shall yield to thy advance
She is all to me Mysterious, alive The howling in the deep woods When cold festal stars aligned
A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil Yesod vested in despotic upheaval Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow Forgotten ones enter as above, so below
The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend From Sheol's dank haunted wilderness Thy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead
Queen of Winter, throned The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses Vestal masturbation (Purity) Overthrown
Darkness In raven feathered dress Sides with Death at chess Their pawns are many and the enemy Powerless When the miscreants fell dead She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night And the bestial floor shook with terrible life I rise before thee Queen To feed our lusts on the blood of the weak To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath Satanic Tyranny
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her meaty claws in me again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I've come undone
Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all flesh, end of all days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways
I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous
"Love me And worship me I'll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too
Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them"
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her meaty claws in me again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I've come undone
Nothing left to do but run
Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster
End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways
"Love me And worship me I'll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfil all wishes for my sad Aladdin"
She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I am hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I'm won't to fail
A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful
"I'll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me"
Satan's concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her meaty claws in me again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I've come undone
I am She Lilith Mistress of the dark Of Sheba First offender And succour to demons Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites Lead all too enslaved by the flesh To trespass against God's holy law And tonight I come for you
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter Muttering their recking spells I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter These words i speak are gates to Hell
Casus belli In hoc signo vinces Veritas vos liberabit Casus belli In hoc signo vinces In aeternum, amen
The scent of death is rent In this ornamental verse In ventures down the centuries Tormenting me with secrets so anathema And now the fires grate I must relate, to end this curse I'll break through spires to escape my fate Am I too late or just perverse?
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter Muttering their recking spells I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter These words i speak are gates to Hell
So the blight begins Near the woodland of a frightened village Where the rites of unimaginable sin And the howling on the wind Chills the blood for fear of spillage
Where nightfall used to be Blessed with best tranquility Its no caressed by misadventure
Templars from the crusades Have birthed a church, more masquerade In which they worship mass dementia
They came from dust and flame By the Red Sea on dead shores Fleeing claims of blasphemy
And bestiality Devils fed them back to us
Knights of holy wars, inviting hordes Of grim infidelities In the grip of cryptic lands And desert sands They found just cause
And midst their entourage Under stars They Bought relics and parts Of saints And evil left to clerics charge
With Muslim plunder they built their sect To the composite Baphomet An androgynous sphinx, open, erect Universal in its closet display
Spawn of Lilith and Samael First offender and the snake In thrall like pawns beneath its spell The templars grew to astute surrender Sabbatical, fanatical They Adorned its monstrous bur Whit a kings ransom of Easter jewels The embodiment of beast and lust
Many moons the proved the boom Of immutable beautiful Darkness ever-afters
Then one eve when the ancient trees Outside, drew back, unnerved The pleas form those impatient teased Something from the black beyond of nowhere
A stunning woman, summoned Comming scimitar-curved Statuesque, but living flesh Draping nakedness about their pagan saviours
She came Lilith, a perfect myth The scarlet whore Skinned in magnificence In her defense She only slew a few of theme
Born of a sacrifice, a virgins price For the merging with a Goddess She prowled the world again Enslaving man With the surging of her bodice
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter Muttering their recking spells I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter These words i speak are gates to Hell
Casus belli In hoc signo vinces Veritas vos liberabit Casus belli In hoc signo vinces In aeternum, amen
The Feast of Fools, 1308 As January slipped into the grip of winter A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate
Amidst the flock, disease and dementia Night was blighted more than ever before With screams of lust and obscene adventure And scenes of raw debauch
The darkness was aroused with every kiss And all who fell under it's spell Were one foul step from the abyss
One foul step from the abyss
Sacred village there in All Hallows Fair Feared the templars and their Queen For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare When she steered their tempestuous
Fever-dreams
The beast was loose and beauty party To the horrors of this sonorous whore A seducer, Medusa A frozen Hecate cloned
Stealing seed, here needs were like a cancer Growing stronger with each whimpering dog Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers Called from desert sands to this land of opportunity
The darkness was aroused with every kiss And all who fell under its spell Were one foul step from the abyss
One foul step from the abyss
Love was drugged by a copious vendor A train of servants for here decadent games Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour Vain Lilith spread her wings again
Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation Lit the towers, their very presence declared They watch with lust, despair and veneration For the Goddess scatted naked there
The painted eye of the storm
Plagues of sin, played to win All hearts and souls in thrall To her embraced, her fatal whims Desire meant to conquer all
Until that fateful day, 1308 With a force blessed by the Kings of Hate Facing winter gray to disintegrate Once noble halls
The villagers in a belligerent horde Fraught daughters fanning flames Rose like pillars for their militant Lord Thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins
They assailed the fort beyond the woods As the howling broke on the stroke of midnight Many lost their sanity at what they fought
Amidst those walls, creed of dementia Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge Put to the sword, freed from their calenture The great estate was given straight to the church
Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead But that she drank the blood of many men That dark night it was said
The world was her cloister, The Abbess Duboir In the convent at All Hallows Fair A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star Augmenting her Sisterhoods prayers Her singing touched angels and melted Their hearts Her choirs inspired the search Fot the lost Holy Grail, the Benedict Arts And the best of the Catholic Church But if one thing One precious little thing Would darken this facade There would be such consequences Like the night Sister Victoria Stepped in from the freezing cold No candles would light at Evening Mass The days passed by without a sigh But dusk came thick with dread Intangible, the air was full Of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims Enjoyed the new girls pain Proof to the rest that the briars of sin Entangled all the world in Satan's name Victoria Varco, once an heiress To a proud noble estate Fell pregnant by her recklessness Who then fell foul to a violent fate Such was her crime in expediant times And the shame of besmirching her name Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls For a life in obedient chains But not one thing One precious little thing Would darken this facade
Like the night Sister Victoria Woke screaming in her room She spent a week spiralling from heaven And as the seasons wheezed and pined Her dreams grew more preverse For no good reason she would find An alluring women naked save for jewels and verse When her eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore This intoxicating beauty would appear The sweetest symphony composed Those abating lips rose To whisper dirty ecrets in her ear Clandestine Secrets A dream within a dream She finds herself this nymph Abreast a desert dune And below the cresent moon Atop a darksome stranger Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paridise She rides the beast until the heavens tremble Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips down upon the sand And almost out of hand Coarse plots assemble For somewhere in the convent walls A Templar treasure rests Forgotton to the vestibules Like pleasures of the flesh So in return for nightly runs Past tongues and wisdoms hiss She promised to assist the hunt For and ancient golden chain amiss.
She slept in ecstasy In hands that fanned her wildest fantasies Freed from Christ's frigid regime And rigid nails...
She was first in church To lick her lips and self-debased Each waking second felt like heaven In the scarlet One's embrace
And at last, clear memories, aghast Relinquished their control All things held dear to the wretched past Coalesced within her soul
Madness crept into her sight Though her sinful hair Spoke of nothing to the contrary Once dulled eyes leaped alive with life Her piece of broken mirror Barely recognised
The worm was turning
For her sat grinning Victoria Who, no three weeks ago Was flogged red to euphoria For her dour love of God And the ardour of his crows
Cold cloisters kept the dead apart At the Retreat of the Sacred Heart
She stepped in ecstasy Neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies Freed into love's reacquainted dream And sudden gales...
Night grew sultry late September A man came from the village Through the woods To help with harvest She was burning like the fields All her vows lay unfulfilled His name was Isaac, silent, blessed A mute whose tongue impressed her lately
But now red skies darken The roonks lament Windswept maelstroms harken The approach of Lilith's Nightmare kingdom
The woman in her astral dreams Became more vivid, livid, obscene Scatted on the throne of oayx blasphemies Emanating raw desire And the surging urge to scream
Darkness crept into her face She stood erect And spook of riches and their whereabouts Finding in Isaac the need to place A hidden Templer necklace Lest the month run out
For now stormed the vainglorious In her palace of mass delight Her power dawned victorious Victoria the key, her mind unfastened By flights of morbid fancy Psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong Sweet seductions, peaked cruptions Spiking through impatient song
Cold cloister kept the dead apart At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart
The gate to hell was forced apart At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart
At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of bonfires everywhere And a fell wind stirred the leaves...
The persecution song
Telltale signs of possession Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed Gasps she just could not suppress After lights-out midst the dead And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness
Time was running faster for disaster Strange nights were burning In the furnace of her dreams A name was uttered, Lilith Mistress, playmate, master Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy
And in the thick of all In the Black Goddess's thrall With the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall Promiscuous in step The Devil breathing down her neck As jealous zealots stitched apiece...
The persecution song
Telltale signs of possession Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared To her Sisters of the cloth She now reeked of Astaroth Again the curse had surfaced Sneaking back the pagan years
Weaving webs of great revealing Hidden in the convent An evil libido abided, undone Breathing, deceiving Feasting on her deviant feelings She'd clung to her crucifix Once her torturers begun
Her screams came quick The miserichord Den to vice and screw That had reddened many tongues Wrung symphonies Of suffering from her
Many moons hardened pure hearts Those plagued by her black arts Their rooms secreting phantom orgies Vile rites and rifled graves
Mere hours, now towered Above this bent and beaten flower Her naked body privy to The Abbess and her ways
Victoria fought No guilt was wrought Just a torrid retort of blasphemies Nails and crosses vomited forth From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell
Arched like Hell
At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart But then the end grew nigh A dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key...
The persecution song
Telltale signs of obsession No wailing banshee would dishonour their name Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke They hanged her there like Judas With the Hellcat in her reined
Time was running faster for disaster Exorcism, torture, gallows Now a shallow grave A name was stuttered, Isaac Tongue-tied, simple, bastard They made him dig the pit Mindless of what it claimed
On the night all mirrors fell silent And the clocks struck accord with the rain A storm swept in with such violence The dead rose to complain The stars were ill-crossed as the weather Lost in its bitumen cloak The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour Falling like tears through the thickening smoke
Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder
Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder
She stirs from dreams barely three feet under
"Victoria, I come to claim my prize Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething skies For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes
Your deceiving eyes Filled with lies And missed good byes And serpents hissing revelations
Your deceiving eyes They tell enough Of how I fell in love With the goddess creeping deep inside you"
And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain He struck the hallowed earth again
Having torn at the soil like a man insane Не threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos And from that pit of shame He bore the coffin from her sorry lot Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked To splinter her sarcophagus And gaze upon her face
Victoria...
"Victoria, I come to claim my prize Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething skies For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs Making mockery of rosaries His needs will never rival mine
I recall a summer's day The sunlight bathed your penitential scars As I sat and washed the blood away
Now your body stays And the coldness of your lips Eclipse Like the first true kiss of winter"
Pining for the dead On the stone floor spread She was shining through her winding shroud A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had A gift for the pretty young nun A necklace wrought of twining snakes Two gold illicit tongues He laid it at her throat Where the rope had wrung He was burning from the furnace Of his roused desire
He wrested with temptation To be or unfulfilled She was undressed for ovation Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed
And with his driven lust exploding Her lashes brushed his cheeks They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding Purring, licking wicked teeth
"Victoria, I come to claim my prize Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething skies For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs You have left him just for me I see it in deceiving eyes
Those deceiving eyes Filled with lies And missed good byes And serpents hissing revelations
Those deceiving eyes They tell enough Of how I fell in love With the goddess re-arisen in you"
