1. THE SUN NAMED MOON

Oppression, anti-celestial strength
Gravity, concepts that have yet to be realized
Ideas finally transcended into reality
Hatred into the tangible.
Horror comes to fruition
I am the snuffer of dawn
Christ wept in the cresting of a newborn darkness
I shall inherit the Earth
I am the man who killed the sun named moon
The universe is corroding in nausea
A god swollen with disease
Folding, twisting, enveloping
A complete organic reversal
The art in this, within her, her wisdom in deteriorating
The Devil is alive here, he is alive and well
And through the clatter of hooves
He takes me far away from this place.
He takes me home.
A black hole is salivating with a boundless hunger
The black wind howls. Unforgiving in its prejudice
He has restored an innocence to this house
Planting the seed of memory to be grown perpetually
I am the snuffer of dawn
Christ wept in the cresting of a newborn darkness
I shall inherit the earth
I am the man who killed the sun named moon


2. ANTICHRIST

Perversion is dripping from the maws of hounds.
The trees are bowing, turned toward the ground.
The void of Lord. Inconceivable purity.
I can smell him in the air
I know his name from late night whispers
He sings to me through the trees in innumerable voices
As we march toward the emptiness above the sun
Deer; necks twisted, antlers rooted to the soil;
Denying any and all aethereal presence.
The virgin ancient air.
It's like breathing in glass.
Godless rapture here.
Only small fractions of light.
The darkness comes early here;
He rides its coat-tails.
I can smell him in the air
I know his name from late night whispers
He sings to me through the trees in innumerable voices
As we march toward the emptiness above the sun
The truth wails to us from this place,
Howling from the shadows.
Ancient tongues channeled through the baying of wolves.
Through exploration you will find
That the depravity knows no bounds.
Sifted from the nourished ashes of your hate,
The Antichrist is fucking born.
Our true Father, nature is His church,
And my body aches from the echoes of His bellow.
Through the lips of a black hole,
If not torn apart, you will find yourself here.
I can smell him in the air
I know his name from late night whispers
He sings to me through the trees in innumerable voices
As we march toward the emptiness above the sun
The truth wails to us from this place,
Howling from the shadows.
Ancient tongues channeled through the baying of wolves.
Through exploration you will find
That the depravity knows no bounds.
Sifted from the nourished ashes of your hate,
The Antichrist is fucking born.


3. DEATH, BECOME ME

As a seed of the timeless colossus,
My only heritage is anguish.
Despair is my birthright.
Seduced by this salacious hopelessness,
I resent the inevitability of life.
Death hath become me. I hath become death.
I breathe the deepest of sin.
Hessian spears spew from my mouth.
Sin hath become me.
I hath become sin.
I use these wounds to fuck the life from the bearer
I breathe my sin into them,
Carrying with it the writhing infection.
My spears are dipped in poison,
And your wounds are seeping with stars,
And I plague the life within them, securing them,
To be cradled within our hands once again.
This disease will reach your spirit,
And will bleed to the rest of the Earth.
And I will use you to soak this world,
Unleashing the tyrant,
Destroying the disappointment of what could have been.