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For thou sweepst me in thy robe of guilt
with garments forged in spiteful steel
No tainted pride shall make conviction cease
None shall be unto thee proven
worthy of thy outmost fear
Let alone the silent longing
instinct shun the ones you dear
As the hunter boldly stalks his prey
intoxicated
Conviction reigns where truth might sway
intimidated
Silence the bore
Shun the ones you dear
The hunt is over
so the feast begins
what feast is enduring
when all is said and done
Lyrics
everchange of hearts
The hunter's reason - fail
The hunt is treason
The hunt is over
so the feast begins
Why search for endurance
when all is said and done?
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Crown the impulse that deliberately fall
defeat in spiritless action
Isolation - burn the greenwood
order of the vertical path
Descendent
crawl in the remnants of one thousand lies
Restaging
torching a world that was left behind
Zodijackyl light
Cross the sharpest void
deride the embers of his faith
the bringer that on million horses ride.
Waiting for the call within, the spark of sin
ever reminiscent of the coming of storm
Can you see the cosmic face in which disorder lies?
Burning of opression
burning the inventors
Lyricsburning is the killing hand
Be that of the darkest sin
to frustrate hope and love
I shall not be blinded
I shall not be forced
Resistance
feasting on debris from celestial wars
Burning in the sky
beyond the realm of time
Sequence of the nucleus
the glowing dust in flight
Zodijackyl light
And they ride, they ride
the drama takes the lead
the beast of heaven their guide
Racing through the vastness
constellation disarray
that darkness could not have existed
that bares no witness to the light
Sweet endless,
perpetually plunge through interior vaults
So seamless,
Joints of time cannot chackle the beast
Zodijackyl light
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How hungry we've become;
like animals naked in shame
fed with the hooves of apocalypse t
hat galloped down,
disordered worlds behind
From word to a word I was led to a word
that spanned over cultures in rage
Crimson masses, steeped in decadence
holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, is the future still open?
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
to draw down the end from within
We need not the horns
that emanate
from our warty, haunted bodies
Nihilist, hedon
the priceless art of their lives
sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads.
Lyricsskin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow i
n the fold of your shivering arms
Hedon,
Your children wild and filled with death
Jupiter in our unforgiving eyes:
a pandemonium of bodies and gold
eager, as a part of your face
and the sickness attached to your skin (stone)
as the wine-rush, charging from androgynous wombs
to open free the lid of pain
Hedon,
rinsed in post-human shadows
a monument scorned by the teeth of time
stale-faced keeper of secrets,
loaded with implosive fire
the whore that carried the apostle
to the mating point on the graves of giants
We look at you, afraid
to see what we really are.
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Fast fading roses
Non-lingering words
Scythe be my instrument
Through dreams I now rage
No guidance is me offered
No forgiveness thee is promised
How can distance be a factor
When engraved in me thou art?
Nourished by the soul my flame shall serve to torch the earth
Denial serves
That fire cannot burn
with flames of no origin
That star cannot bring guidance
Without force or form
One is darkness
The other silence
Without silence
the darkness looses its splendour
Sweet bliss that sleep now giveth
tempt with forgetful night
ever haunting that image within
swear to the answers denied
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With each daring new concept
creation and form
one fragment of shelter
from heaven be torn
The bleeding through barriers
shine of redemption
the taste of renewal
let art once again be a weapon
The whim of the forger
is theft from the flow
the hatchet now redden
with creation's blood
Constant is forever
I am the creation
so bold in design
the errors of one thousand minds
bleed out through a world gone blind
This is the magic that a name would stain.
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Drenched in the perfume of hell
impasto of burning oils
forming continents on my outstretched naked body,
erupting
crimson
stains of shame
stains of shame
Limbs that leave their Nests of Red
to spin the reels of pain
attach the nails and electrodes
and spin the reels again
Retreating hunger running through the years
carries the scorn on skeleton wings
Storm me thou with the sharpened claw
swift hammer nails that pierce the shoulder of time
behind the sunset, with movement regained
For there lie shadows even farther from the light
I run devoid of motion
devoid of name
attach the nails and electrodes
black moratorium, haven of refuge ...
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Gently hold our heads
gently hold our heads on high
Aimless time in fear now hide
overthrow the plan
confusion lies in all my words
mad is the soul
We barricade ourselves in holes of temperament
this is the dawning of a new age
a heart that the wrong way
insanity's crescendo
Windcolour - second sight
a touch of silence
and the violence of dark
illusion span - the aroma of time
shadowlife and the scent of nothingness
Infinite fall of instinct
order of one spells deceit
LyricsInfinite lack of trust
order of one obsolete
Oh escaping time is all we lost ahead?
When it's found, can judgement make amends?
From force-fed impressions
let us mortify the mind
each soul to violate
each instinct to be rendered false
Torn asunder be the conventional forms and frames
now for the blood of heaven
unlearn and the cleansing comes
Felt a tremor in the pillars of the senses
cursed victim of a distance near
the first dream - the clearest vision
Aimlessly steer towards our
light we belong to thee
Oh dearest bliss, unnerving silence
entangled within
Dimly begotten in clarity found
virginlike tears for impurity bound
Beseech he who darken the stars and the sky
to greet now his vision an emerald dawn
Empty the sun - carve out the wind
insanity's crescendo
tear out the blinded eye
Lament of thunder - take comfort in fear
lightning veins in crude exterior
voice the oppression - voice the hypocrisy
lay down the law that made instinct fall
Escape now and revert this cleansing rebirth
torn asunder be
affect me not; darkened vision
insanity's crescendo
Grimly tread the footsteps torn
rebellious stand the seeker tall
the thorn of insanity's hand
take this darkened vision from my sight
Nailed to the image of ignorance
each soul to violate
for the blood of heaven
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No-one survives such an attack
and we all stood like monuments
baring the nails in her back
still moving sinews
in a graceful impression of life
shyly the arms, shyly the breasts
fold
fear
die
Ten fingers driven
through the heart, through the core
as I stare into those strange, magnetic eyes
and wonder: (for you / me)
are there demons there?
I knew it all the time. The misanthropes were right
to crucify themselves in the need of a saviour.
Still moving sinews struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn,
caught in the nest of the impending dark fate.
Lyrics
Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges
where faces stiffen,
plagued with the frost of disease
our capsules barely meet
The worms of disorder like living black numbers
that drip from her pergament skin
joined in sweet fury to await the decay
fragile and reddened in lifelost array
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Still alive
all knowing eye
beneath your stream of words
your rapid stream of words
though none will ever
live to share
the radiant stream
the promised hues
from which your picture fell
Re-seal the components
from atom hearts
revert,
non-owner of worlds
As uncommunication becomes the manifest
our alien, architectural skeletons in unison collapse
Death rode these silent caravans
and steered them to the rim of the world.
LyricsTheir diaries and withered letters
all devoted to the art of dying
The enterprise, academy
the crafts held in our hands
all devoted to the art of dying
No room to arrange
the final row of masks
drenched in chameleon-ink
for the grand charade
the tongues that burn in you
the slowly altered language
that colonised your heartland
advanced through broken doors
And they still believe in you
They seem to see so many things
hooked in your pestilent eye
your stale lids, your iris punctured
by tongues licking a lie
The enterprise, wolvenlore
the cursed seed of man
plunged through the tunnels of uncreation
we reach out to move the landmark,
hands seeping down from the chronicles of time
the quill now blunt
the scribe devoured
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Come death or dearling
the claws of the raven hold fast
enticed and starving
a lustful revenge to the last
Unlight flood the seeker's eye
Come flame or false hope
gifted in spirit as I
Forced upon freedom
Let impulse nor stillness be spared
Fierce tidal tantrum
nourishing rapture within
Come feast or fire
repellent in forceful defence unchained,
forgiving to none
solemn in swirling embrace
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Tongues, lost in me
yours be the sharp and the vile
glide neath my skin
storm through my nerves
I bury the nomad years
hours in the earth
couldn't exorcise these searing, pecking tongues
immune you say
yet venom strikes in strangest guises
as the viper in our eyes
tongue, throat, tongue
slayer of the word and stealer of vision
A monumental reign of terrors
throats slit up to stain the target
we're food for the hounds of trauma,
prey to the crows of stress
No power left to retrieve my stolen language
Lyricsfiltered through the illiterate fingers of death
Flies let sickness be poured
from the cupped hands of bedlam
On account of their brightness
I made friends with the word and the moon
went with the tide and left for the sound
of dead instruments thrown out of tune
The red square patterns,
dragonrise and evenclaw
decoying from pandemonic symmetry
Let ring
a dissonant note in the music of the spheres the
streak of promise in the nuclear sky
these whipping black tongues
aching to lick me back to life
to inject their truths within me
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