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From the primeval mass
Let chaos vent
Sacred flesh drenched in fornication
Beloved of set
May the winds gather her together
From the secrets of men
After thousands of years of terrifying silence
She comes again
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
Sie sind es die sich
anderlieb festhalten
fuer immer betend auf knien
vor der goetten
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
From the primeval mass
Let chaos vent
Sacred flesh drenched in fornication
Beloved of set
May the winds gather her together
From the secrets of men
After thousands of years of terrifying silence
She comes again
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
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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 burdens of time
From knowledge drunk from
The fountain of life
Of chaos born out of love and the scythe
The forest beckons with her nocturnal call
To pull me close amidst the baying of wolves
While the bindings of christ
Are downtrodden with scorn
In the dank, oderiferous earth
We embrace like two lovers at death
A monument to the trapping of breath
As constriction is bled
From the veins in my neck
To drop roses on my marbled breast
We 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
Again and again
The forest whispers my name
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 reinvoked
Is reinvoked
In the breathing forest
The principal of evil
Evolution has been recalled
Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon
I stand enthralled
In the whispering forest
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Thee I Invoke, bornless one
All woman, pure predator
Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell
Like a seething fall from grace
Thou art pale hecate
Rising from thessaly
You're in my dreams
The darkness in my heart
The rapture in their screams
Black Goddess rise
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Spells lay daggers before me
Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs
Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain
The tumour grows until the enemy is slain
Slightless storm
Knee-deep in hate I seeth
My purpose here has woken to breath
Total war on the brethren of Men
Millions regardless
Dying by my hand
A Black Age Of Fire
Brief in its vicious eloquence
Removing the dross
Love will arise from the ashes of your loss
Then and only then
Will the pleasure of Eden be mine
And the sinews of life itself will be tied
In the very veins of my bloodline
And your tears taste like wine...
I will rule as a king
And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen
In the glory of the Earth our crowns are studded
With the jewels of blasphemy
Blasphemy
The blood is the life
The blood is the life
I seek to evoke a new order in Man
A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem
The lion is vexed to uproot and descend
Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust
Tempering weapons of criminal lust
I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies
Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease
The blood is the life
The blood is the life
Even the moon will not lend thee her light
The darkness serves will to snuff out human life
That I might reclaim the world as my right
I kill without scruple or silent regret
In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect
For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain
Tiny red miracles falling like...Rain
The incessant pall of death surrounds me
But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed
There will be no dread thereafter
The mysteries I reveal unto thee
I stir the hearts of the wisest
By the fools I will always be feared
My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter
A crescendo of passion
Bleeding...
On the pale reflection of dawn
Devour the sun
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Crawl in awful stealth to me
Forever a voyeur I've been
Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon
So she comes, unseen
Thus speak
The burning seed, in thrust in Eve
And yearning keeps me, captive of desire
Make me as a flower that grows
Forever in your throne
That I might pollinate the world
With darkness as your own
Embrace me in spellbinding eyes
The fire of life that never dies
Tear deeper through my paper wounds
And never leave inside
Love shall consume and bathe the lady
Whom I worship and ride thereon
She will greet me as a serpent
In her dark, secret Eden
And I will always want
For her witchcraft is
Desire... (Desire....)
Desire...
My soul is poisoned from within...
My soul is poisoned from within...
My soul is poisoned...
I crawl with languid guilt to thee
Forever flushed in sin
Lamia, latria I give
My soul is poisoned from within
Wisdom breeds, fecundity
And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire
To Eve I cum...
Sevenfold my passion wrought
To ransack Eden, and to taste the whore
I cling beyond her sabled court
She is a gateway, to that darkness lost
I am the gentle stream
That trickles through the summer glades
Of ever green peace
There we will drink my sleep, and dream....
I am the bleeding sky
The snatching wind of war
Blowing through the savage garden
My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust
Like strings to be pulled, and cut
I will make my puppets dance
The men will bow down before me
To take my flesh as some lucid thoughts
Of dark, unbridled love
I am all these things and more
Thus I await you, nemesis of restraint
The code of life, and the bride of evil itself
Oh, the fevered need for her
When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire
The all-consuming fire
Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch
The tree is plundered but I have the seed
To be sown in thee
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We, the nocturnal few
Bound by other laws
To the service of the enemies of God
Are silent and hidden
Yet our exquisite fire burns on
Poised to engulf...
Tie a man to his God
He may not walk for fear
Of falling foul to temptation
Where once faith stood her ground
Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame
Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came
Drink deep of the promise in my eyes...
Of mist and midnight skies
I drown in fathomless dreams
And in the reeking mire of virtue scream
I yearn to sell my very soul
(And you shall
For none so dark & sinister
Will arise to embrace the Arts)
Do what thou wilt
Until the stones in my heart stand still
Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God
The last May frost may blight the crops
And will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog
Or nature, but infernal tasks...
By your cursings and imprecations
You wrong both man & beast
By whatever whim you serve
Of the Devil your leige
Tie belief to the trinity
And seven ways will be wrought to condemn thee
Conspiring to cull the pagan ways
Twist back their lies, personify their needs
The war begins by Satanic decree
If evil we be, we will our lives...
To mist and midnight skies
(I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children)
Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league
And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees
Breath the life of an entity never-born
Darkness now descend in raven form
The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread
Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me
I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet
Raper of all my worldly enemies
Lycanthropy, please poison me
Send acausal instincts crawling my brain
Take me mistress, until perversion is fed
Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head
The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs
For now we congregate where once my angel sang
That night they came and took her away from me
I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse
And to spit in the face of their...
Jesus fucking christ
We will ride again
We will ride again
In the midnight skies
In the midnight
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Ah, listen to them....
The children of the night
What sweet music they make
May dreams be brought
That I might reach
The gentle strains
Of midnight speech
And frozen stars
That gild the forest floor
Through the swirling snow
Volkh's children come
To run with me
To hunt as one
To snatch the lambs of Christ
From where they fall
From where they fall
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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 beneath 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 spawns 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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Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history
We rend our blades through dogma and humility
Carve the future according to our will
Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire
Let you all acknowledge that we are here
As masters to rule this failing humanity
Our beings formed in rage and defiance
With strength to trample the weak and the foolish
And so we march with burning brands
Temples of flame on our path to glory
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