|
|
1996 |
|
. . .
|
|
Unshadow thyselves children
The reign in flesh begins again...
Vempire
Funereal majesty awake
Cneajna wreathed in snake
Draconis talons rake
So haunted is my silent heart
Dreaming only of the moon
When velvet darkness falls tonight
The thirst crescends anew
Only for you
Inspired to mortal nightmare
Ebony dressed for sunset
In the dulcet whispers of the damned
. . .
|
|
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
. . .
|
|
Even a man who is pure in heart
And speaks in prayer by night
May become a wolf when the wolf's bane blooms
And the winter moon is bright
Ah, Listen to them
The children of the night
What sweet music they make
Iniquitous
I share Carmilla's masque
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
Control
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 yet 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
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
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
. . .
|
|
Weak midnight promises of love
Were wept upon her grave
And shunned by stars above
In mortal life lurks my dismay
An Angel stole my heart
And Death took her away
She sleeps beyond the grace of God
A dreaming beauty
If wishes could only fray that bond
The dead would sing for me
The dead would sing for me
Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice
A poet's serenade
Her name a whisper 'pon my lips
And lo, Rorasa came
Fear me not my grieving King
Funereal in breath
The secrets of the dark I know
And thus, we shall cheat Death
My promises wrought though despondence that night
Have delivered me gifts from the grave
Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life
Never a Devil so vain
The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost
And no heaven would silence the pain
Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost
Desire for warm blood again
Princess lay down thy florid cheek
In drunken splendour
Tonight rare regal fate has cast
The wolves among the sheep
Dark nature clasp my soul
Around her throat mine arms enfold
To sleep, perchance to dream
And then
To dusk and flesh ascend
The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies
And wreak erotic maladies where sex and death abide
From writhing tides where gothick siren
Weave their song to shore
Through the ashes of the battlefields
Where ravens and angels war
As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day
To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey
We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea
The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity
Damnation
Salvation
Stigmata plague
The wine of Bacchus flows
Listen to the thunder rage
Deceivers dragged before their cross
I am he that vanquished Death
And bore the sting of loss
What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp?
His temple, ruined, burns
And sweet Rorasa laughs
I am enamoured and imparadised
To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes
I will crush them all
If this holds thy delight
Rather dead forever than to lose her
Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite
Aphrodite
. . .
|
|
(No Lyrics - Instrumental)
. . .
|
|
Hosannas in Extremis
Invading tempestuous skies
When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose
And Narcissus' fate as their prize
Blinded by Diana's mirror
Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn
And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive
The horrors performed on her shores
As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons
Trespassed Ereshkigal's grasp
Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind
Now inspires Catharsis to dance
Through the weave of white vaults
Where the shadows revolt
At the incest of spiritual love
Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts
Spatter virginal breasts with their blood
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve
(Thirst-ridden) Wolves serenade a moon
Who seems no mistress of herself
And heavens pour forth vast casualties
Thy host given up for me
Thou which wert once and then ceased to be
Art now ensconced to chapters
Of a lengthening tragedy
Whilst we scream free
Deep forests impale the sinister mist
Their sorcery taught to the clouds
Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish
To vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds
Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl
As psyche to Sapphic lament
Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses
Whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death
Desires
I was loath to lose
To the virgin-bloodied priests
Whose Lord fantasied on Magdalene
And sought to savour her as beast
Her aching sex
A rose undone
As mine in tears and spasms wrung
Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho's stone
Has built thee a marbled stair
By candlelight to Eden and a serpentine throne
Where ravens rape the tenanting Angels there
Hurry, else Death may spy us here
And quicken the pulse of dawn
Embering flames writhe to life again
The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn
Huntress, draw back the silvered bow
Thy dogs set upon the manger
The enemy in throes
Whilst drifting fogs devour
All hallows witching hour
On this long, dark seance for the
Soul
Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves
Our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged
Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid
Like fireflies plunge to her maw
Midst crashing black waves
Remember with pride what thou art
Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past
When dark royalties drank of despair
Idols hewed down 'neath a desert God's stare
In thrall to revenges sworn there
What dreams could we father, when farther we fell
To nightmare?
Well versed in misery
We have lain naked in darkest ravines
Now the sun has set in slumber
We delight
Like serpents in arousal
Coiled to strike at the light
Now abyssed Lucifers master the Earth
Uncloister jaded harlots once served
Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed
Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse
The laughter of Khaos
Gatekeepers flee the onslaught
Hurry, else Death may spy us here
And quicken the pulse of dawn
Embering flames writhe to life again
The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn
Huntress, draw back the silvered bow
Thy dogs set upon the manger
The enemy in throes
Whilst drifting fogs devour
All hallows witching hour
On this long, dark seance for the
Soul
A World enslaved to flame
Bondage in Phallustine
Pleasure temples for my bride
Nubian grace swiftly seize
Thieves blood-divine
Empires thrive on sacrifice
. . .
|
|