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Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light
A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas
Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed
To the ravenous wolves that the elements led
From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease
Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)
Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born
On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed
(A tragedy crept to the name Bathory)
Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose
Grew so dark as this sylph
None more cold in repose
Yet her beauty spun webs
Round hearts a glance would betroth
She feared the light
So when She fell like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed
Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall
But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled
Never were her dreams so maniacally cruel
(And possessed of such delights)
For ravens winged Her nightly flights
Of erotica
Half spurned from the pulpit
Torments to occur
Half learnt from the cabal of demons
In her
Her walk went to voodoo
To see her own shadow adored
At mass without flaw
Though inwards she abhored
Not her coven of suitors
But the stare of their Lord
I must avert mine eyes to hymns
For his gaze brings dogmas to my skin
He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites
With him undead for three long nights
Elizabeth listened
No sermons intoned
Dragged such guilt to her door
Tombed her soul with such stone
For she swore the priest sighed
When she knelt down to atone....
She feared the light
So when she fell
Like a sinner to vice
Under austere, puritanical rule
She sacrificed
Her decorum as chaste
To this wolf of the cloth
Pouncing to haunt
Her confessional box
Forgiveness would come
When her sins were washed off
By rebaptism in white....
The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths
'Pon the grave of her innocence
Her hidden face spat murder
From a whisper to a scream
All sleep seemed cursed
In Faustian verse
But there in orgiastic Hell
No horrors were worse
Than the mirrored revelation
That she kissed the Devil's phallus
By her own decree....
So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky
Solstice Eve she fled the castle in secret
A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare
On winds without prayer
Stigmata still wept between her legs
A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds
She sought the soceress
Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair
Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die
For the throat of Elizabeth
Damnation won and urged the moon
In soliloquy to gleam
Twixt the trees in shafts
To ghost a path
Past the howl of buggered nymphs
In the sodomite's grasp
To the forest's vulva
Where the witch scholared her
In even darker themes
Amongst philtres and melissas
Midst the grease of strangled men
And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen
Elizabeth came to life again
And under lacerations of dawn she returned
Like a flame unto a deathshead
With a promise to burn
Secrets brooded as she rode
Through the mist and marsh to where they showed
Her castle walls wherein the restless
Counted carrion crows
She awoke from a fable to mourning
Church bells wringing her madly from sleep
Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung
Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry
The biblical prattled their mantras
Hexes six-tripled their fees
But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed
And she was a widow from God and his wrath finally....
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Hear me now
All crimes should be treasured
If they bring thee pleasure somehow
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 amorous 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 a...
From the bowels of the abyss
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Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
Woebetidings of rebirth
Under cold stares of Mars maligned
Near-suicides cross their hearts
And unborns writhe in tepid brine
For something wicked this way starts
Beneath the howling stars
Elizabeth, paragon of vice
Watches the sun set pyres alight
As Bane and Tyranny, her dobermans sleep
Like spellbound paramours at Her feet
A chatter of bells without
Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge
From sleighs hastened through snow lit red
Guests espied from the garret ledge
Great gloomy mirror tell her face
She will outblind them all
That heavenly bodies would fall from grace
To possess such a lustrous pall
For beauty is always cruel...
For beauty is always...
(Let destiny in chains commence...
Damnation under Gods seeking recompense
Enslaving to the whims of this mistress)
As the dance ensued
Elizabeth's mood
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
In slick black iciness it grew
To consume
The wench her tower tombed
Tending to her costume
Bore the brunt of the storm
When the needle askewed
She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through
Restored to jaded bliss
This evisceratrix
Descended to the ball
With painted blood upon Her lips
Passing like a comet so white
As to eclipse
The waltz wound down, transfixed
Devoid of all breath in the air
Even death paled to compare
To the taint of her splendour
So rare and engendered
'Pon the awed throng gathered
There...
Beneath the howling stars
She danced so macabre
Men entranced divined from her gait
That this angel stepped from a pedestal
Had won remission from fate
By alighting to darker spheres
Delighting in held sway
For she was not unlike the Goddess
To whom the wolves bayed
Whilst envy glanced daggers
From court maidens, arboured
Who whispered in sects
Of suspicions abroad
That Elizabeth bewitched
See how even now the whore casts
Her spells upon the Black Count
Whom her reddened lips hold fast
Tongue unto tongue
Swept on tides without care
For the harpies who rallied
Their maledict glares
A halo of ravens tousled her hair
Chandeliers a tiara
For passions ensnared
Phantasies sexed
When their eyes, moonstruck met
Their friction wore away
Through the sea of foreplay
Lovers at first bite
She an Eve tempted to lay
Gasping at rafters
Flesh pressed in ballet
But caprice, honours leashed
She absconded the feast
To prowl wonderland
Beasts in hand from the eep
Of Feudal dilemma
Well mantled in furs
Through cullis to watch
Dogstars howl at the earth
On this violent night
Unholy night
Winds lashed their limbs together
As the ether vent its wintry spite
She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes
To excite the bleak advance
From castle bowers
Wherein small hours
The Devil never came by chance
A lone charm tied to her inner thigh
Sent lusts nova as hooves trod
Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet
Were flung to a wayward God
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
Woebetidings of rebirth
Under cold stares of Mars maligned
Near-suicides cross their hearts
And unborns writhe in tepid brine
For something wicked this way starts
Beneath the howling stars
Pounding upon the pauper ridge
Earshot of a hunched beldame
Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please
Such elderly loins enflamed?
To this he feigned a grim disdain
Playing to her slayful eye
But the hag replied...
This girl that chides
Will soon be as plagued with age as I
Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath
For Elizabeth's grace could raise
A flag of truce in burning heaven
Or the dead from early graves
Yet still she seethed
This proud Snow Queen
Embittered with the cursed retort
And because he sought her loves onslaught
He gutted the crone for sport
Soon in full moon fever they were wed
Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed
Littered with aphrodisiacs
To tease dynastic union
And beget them further maniacs
Elizabeth
Free reigned, now a Countess
Outwielded and outwore
Her title like a favoured dress
Whilst her errant Lord
Whose seasons savoured war
Stormed black to fell the infidel
Her embers, tempered, roared
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Nights came tralling ghost concertos
Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows
Playing torture chamber music allegretto
Conducting over throes trashed to crescendo
Skinless the dark shall scream
Hoarse her symphonies
Deathmashed as the moon
That had lifted her dreams
And frowned on the winding steps down
To where the vulgar strayed
Taunting sick her tender prey
She glided in her bridal gown
How sleep the pure
Desire in violent overture
An emanation of phantom madness
The Countess beheld in shroud
By girls bereft of future vows
Soon to wed in white the frosted ground
Burning like a brand on the countenance of God
A yearning took her hand to his Seraphim, bound
Deep red hissed the cat whips
On the whim of her ill-will
Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss
Flayed further songs of overkill
How weep the pure
Desire in violent overture
Oh, desire in violent overture
In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses
Pooled blood and broken dolls
A torchlit shadow theatre souled
With the echoed cries of lives she stole
Killing time
She struck the hours dead
In her control
Thus menopaused
Her click of hacked out cunts
Began to toll
Thirteen chimes of ancient strain
I conjure forth with dirge
That fills the void with timbred pain
To fulfil my sexual urge
Frights came wailing from the darkside
Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes
Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber
Bespattered and appeased
As pregnant skies outside bore thunder
How sleep the pure
Desire in violent overture
Desire in violent
As when high winds
Attune whipped trees
Her savage nature pitched
Would once again conduct the pleas
Of those she loved to agonies
As if it were
The first time every night
That she carved her seal
In the flesh of life
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Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?
For if I shall see thy will be done
Grant me the Witchcraft of thy tongue
Three moondials froze in the shadow of six
As another soul passed to the grasping styx
Clutching their trinket crucifix
Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge
Omens of corruption from within the church
A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth
Alone as a stone cold altar
The castle and its keep
Like faerytale dominion rose
A widow to the snow peaks
Wherein reclined the Countess
Limbs purring from the kill
Bathed in virgin white and like the night
Alive and young and unfulfilled
Was it the cry of a wolf
That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
Of Her life as a mere reflection
As the moon's in narrow windows caught
That opened like dark eyelids on
The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon
Like a Siren weaving song
From the lilt of choirs choking
Where the vengeful dead
Belong...
To the Sorceress and her charnel arts
She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars
'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars
To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there
In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared
Was it the kiss of the mist
That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
Lost souls begging resurrection
From Gods upon their forest plinths
Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win
Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin
In a tongue hilted in invective rectums
Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed
To Death, to rend the slender veil
That Ancient Ones might rise again
As shadows swelled
The Countess fell
To masturbating with her dagger
As the Witch gabbled spells
Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell
As sudden thunder's grue harangue
Announced two pincered worlds
Exuding bane, something came
With the stench of necrophiled graves
To these clandestines
Who shrank from glimpsing horror
That the growls of mating ghouls inclined
Resplendent
In pendants
Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns
A demons, bewinged, bedight
In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run
An arctic tongue upon her vulva
Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
Receiving sole communion from the body of Christ
If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend
I will yield this witch to thee
If thou wouldst draw a veil for me
O'er lengthening scars of age and grief
As the Demon slavered foetid vows
And bore his prey away
In talons itching to perpetrate
The nausea of eternal rape
The Sorceress screaming in his grasp
Spat a final curse to stain
The Countess with the promise
That her Lord at war would be cruelly slain
And she would rot alone
Insane
On the twisted nails of faith
On the twisted nails of faith
On the twisted nails of faith
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Snuffed tapers sighed
As death left impressing
His crest of cold tears on the Countess
Benighted like ill-fated usher
The house of Bathory shrouded
'Neath griefs dark facade
If only I could have wept
In mourning by her side
I would have clasped her so tight
Like storm-beached aphrodite
Drowned on Kytheraen tides
And kissed her
For from her alone
My lips would have known
Egnimas of shadowy vistas
Where pleasures took flesh
And pain, remorseless
Came freezing the breath
Of raucous life hushed unto whispers
Benighted
Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept
Benighted
Exhaling the wail of black widowhoods toll
Waxing eternal night entered her soul
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Now haranguing grey skies
With revenge upon life
Gnathic and Sapphic
Needs begged gendercide
Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult
With hangman's abandon she plied spiritworlds
To Archangels in bondage
From light to night hurled
Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl
But soon
Her tarot proved
Hybrid rumours spread like tumours
Would accrue
And blight her stars
However scarred
To better bitter truths
Of cold bloodbaths
As bodies rose
In rigid droves
To haunt her from their
Shallow burials imposed
When wolves exhumed
Their carthen wombs
Where heavy frosts had laboured long
To bare their wounds
To the depths of her soul they pursued
Wielding their poison they flew
Like a murder of ravens in fugue
And knowing their raptures
Would shatter her dreams
She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve
Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies
So Hallow's Eve
As she received
Like Bellona to the ball
Those enemies
Fell-sisters heaved
Her torturies
Cross stained flagstones
To her carriage reined to flee
But she knew she must brave the night through
Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon
Like a murder of ravens in Fugue
For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose
Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares
And even her dance
In the vast mirrors cast
Looked the ill of her future
If fate feasted there
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In an age crucified by the nails of faith
When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands
An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith
Dared the abyss knowing well she was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral march
Twisted and yearning, obsessed and entranced
With those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed 'neath the gait of her dance
A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers
Of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped
She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean
The elixir of youth from the pure
Whilst her lesbian fantasies
Reamed to extremes
O'er decades unleashed
Came for blood's silken cure
But her reign ended swiftly
For dark Gods dreamt too deep
To heed her plea
When her gaolers were assailed
With condemnations from a priest
Who'd stammered rites
In the dead of night
For maidens staining winding sheets
And she postured proud
When her crimes were trowelled
And jezebelled to peasant lips
Though she smelt the fires
That licked limbs higher
To the tortured cunts of accomplices
So ends this twisted fable's worth
And though spared the pyre's bite
By dint of nobled bloodlined birth
Her crimes garnered her no respite
Forever severed from the thrill of coming night
Where slow death alone could grant her flight
The Spirits have all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane
Where the forest whispers puce laments for me
From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond these walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere tomb
I pace with feral madness sent
Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon
Who, bereft of necrologies, thus
Commands creation over the Earth
Whilst I resign my lips to death
A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company
To peace or Hell for company
My soul to Hell for company
My soul to Hell for company
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An Archangel in bondage
Bediademed, souled
With a murder of ravens
But no less Astarte to behold
Abandoned by Heaven
To the dead, dark and past
Cast her dispersions
On life's brittle glass
And though her eyes still held fire
As stonewalls caged the beast
'Gainst the lassitudes of Death
She fought but fell to greet
And midst lies in collusion
She was martyred to teach
That divinity and lust
Are forever forbidden to meet
But I swore that they would
Before the veil could part our embrace
Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed
And promised Christendom in flames
Gravid with madness
Like a feculent dirge
That obsesses the heart
I am covened by words
To avenge her
Ebon splendour
And surrender
My soul to the dead to achieve
Prophecies of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying o'er carious herds
Vexing nightmares
And their weak prayers
To a no one there
To hinder her decree
To weed the world of their disease
As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their congregation
How they plead to the skies
But this is mere foreplay to war
Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal
Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest
A psychophant, the despoiler of faith
Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese
For her interred
I tore a battle banner from his hide
Splashed in red goetia
Hues of Hell and deicide
So came the night
Its obsidian light
Is a master whom disasters
Suck upon like concubines
And under black skirts
That whisper of delight
Darkseeds near fruition
Darked deeds to marry mine
In Death's bed I have lain
Paying lip-service to shame
But for dreaming of thee I regain
A reason to seek life again
Then we smite the divine
For our true nature is sin
To strip tender flesh from these swine
Like the lick of carnivorous winds
The breath of the storm that begins
By forcing its Herod tongue in
The womb of the holy virgin
To taste of immaculate sin
From temptation's peak we will see
The world unfurled at last
Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind
Shall be as one in grim repast
Commemorating sickle moons
The pack are poised to reap
A scythe of white roses in bloom
Whose twisted thorns will keep
A crown upon a dead man
Daylights crucified in sleep
And lives that hide in scriptured lies
To the memories of a scream
And we shall dance amid the ruin
As Adam and Evil
Dizzy at the falling stars
That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval
If all must we damn for this moment
Then it shall be so
For our souls have crossed oceans of time
To clasp one another more tightly
Than Death could alone
As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl
The talons of lust rake a clarion call
To the lick of carnivorous winds
To the lick of carnivorous winds
Gravid with madness
Like a feculent dirge
That obsesses the heart
I am covened by words
To avenge her
Ebon splendour
And surrender
My soul to the dead to achieve
Prophecies of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying o'er carious herds
Vexing nightmares
And their weak prayers
To a no one there
To hinder her decree
To weed the world of their disease
As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their congregation
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An Archangel in bondage
Bediademed, souled
With a murder of ravens
But no less Astarte to behold
Abandoned by Heaven
To the dead, dark and past
Cast her dispersions
On life's brittle glass
And though her eyes still held fire
As stonewalls caged the beast
'Gainst the lassitudes of Death
She fought but fell to greet
And midst lies in collusion
She was martyred to teach
That divinity and lust
Are forever forbidden to meet
But I swore that they would
Before the veil could part our embrace
Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed
And promised Christendom in flames
Flames
Gravid with madness
Like a feculent dirge
That obsesses the heart
I am covened by words
To avenge her
Ebon splendour
And surrender
My soul to the dead to achieve
Prophecies of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying o'er carious herds
Vexing nightmares
And their weak prayers
To a no one there
To hinder her decree
To weed the world of their disease
As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their congregation
How they plead to the skies
But this is mere foreplay to war
Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal
Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest
A psychophant, the despoiler of faith
Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese
For her interred
I tore a battle banner from his hide
Splashed in red goetia
Hues of Hell and deicide
So came the night
Its obsidian light
Is a master whom disasters
Suck upon like concubines
And under black skirts
That whisper of delight
Darkseeds near fruition
Darked deeds to marry mine
In Death's bed I have lain
Paying lip-service to shame
But for dreaming of thee I regain
A reason to seek life again
Then we smite the divine
For our true nature is sin
To strip tender flesh from these swine
Like the lick of carnivorous winds
The breath of the storm that begins
By forcing its Herod tongue in
The womb of the holy virgin
To taste of immaculate
Sin
From temptation's peak we will see
The World unfurled at last
Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind
Shall be as one in grim repast
Commemorating sickle moons
The pack are poised to reap
A scythe of white roses in bloom
Whose twisted thorns will keep
A crown upon a dead man
Daylights crucified in sleep
And lives that hide in scriptured lies
To the memories of a scream
And we shall dance amid the ruin
As Adam and Evil
Dizzy at the falling stars
That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval
If all must we damn for this moment
Then it shall be so
For our souls have crossed oceans of time
To clasp one another more tightly
Than Death could alone
As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl
The talons of lust rake a clarion call
To the lick of carnivorous winds
To the lick of carnivorous
Winds
Gravid with madness
Like a feculent dirge
That obsesses the heart
I am covened by words
To avenge her
Ebon splendour
And surrender
My soul to the dead to achieve
Prophecies of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying o'er carious herds
Vexing nightmares
And their weak prayers
To a no one there
To hinder her decree
To weed the world of their disease
As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their congregation
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Black is the night, metal we fight
Power amps set to explode
Energy screams, magic and dreams
Satan records the first note
We chime the bell, chaos and hell
Metal for maniacs pure
Fast melting steel, fortune on wheels
Brain haemorrhage is the cure
For black metal
Black metal
Lay down your souls to the God's rock 'n roll
Freaking so wild, nobodies mild
Giving it all that you got
Wild is so right, metal tonight
Faster than over the top
Open the door, enter Hell's core
Black is the code for tonight
Atomic force, feel no remorse
Crank up the amps now its night
Black metal
Black metal
Black metal
Black metal
Black metal
Lay down your souls to the God's rock 'n roll
Metal ten fold through the deadly black hole
Riding hell's stallions bareback and free
Taking our chances with raw energy
Come ride the night with us
Rock hard and fight
United my legions we stand
Freak hard and wild for us
Give up your soul
Live for the quest Satan's band
Against the odds, black metal Gods
Fight to achieve our goal
Casting a spell, leather and Hell
Black metal God's rock 'n roll
Building up steam, nuclear screams
War-heads are ready to fight
Black leather hounds, faster than sound
Metal our purpose in life
Fuck everything
Fuck
Fucking metal
Black metal
Black metal
Lay down your souls to the God's rock 'n roll
Black metal
Metal...Metal...Metal...Metal...Metal...Metal...Metal...
Metal...Metal...Metal...Metal...Metal...Metal...Metal...
Metal...Metal...Metal...
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I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to The Gallow's Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
Motherfuckers!
Running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be there's some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream?
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't I believe that there is never an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell God be with you
If there's a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul 'cause it's willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
So when you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion
Oh, hallowed be thy name
Oh, hallowed be thy
Name
Hallowed be thy name
Hallowed be thy name
Hallowed be thy name
Hallowed be thy name
Hallowed be thy name
No
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Behind the scene of destiny
I adore you in this song for me
Call me within your holy house to dwell
Let me raise for myself in spell
Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky
Sing the rapturous love song with high
Let your sweet scented juice run
Waste away under the lashes of my whip
Bath in sin / Sadistic Souls
Break their crust / Sodomy and Lust
Carnal desire runs through my veins
Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain
Psychopathic terror during their sleep
My power ask why, my power is weak
Spineless bundles of my excess
Expurse of innocence and helplessness
In the perfumes of my secret orison
Fresh blood of children drops down on me
Bath in sin / Sadistic Souls
Break their crust / Sodomy and Lust
Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine
Excrements, contempt, violence, kill
Ordeals of thousand deeds congealed in gloom
Strike hard and deep, to hell with 'em master
Mighty prophets stature shall surpass the stars
The passion is the smell of cremation
I spit on your crapulous creed, curse 'em!
Sucking you giveth delight and bright glory
Strive ever to be more joyous to the death
Don't fear any god will deny you for this
Bath in sin / Sadistic Souls
Break their crust / Sodomy and Lust
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