1. URN FOR THE ASHES OF GODS

I see your beauty, a tranquil river
Of sickening corpses sailing quiet downstream
Saliva poison, vagina venom,
Numb words and numbers embrace your undead dream

Behold her vast resurrection. I gather petals and leaves
From dark carnivorous flowers, to rejoice the end to her sleep

Ebony half moon, she comes to me
A song awakens, the dagger’s memory
She breed of sabbat, i bred for slain,
Our love a well of unspoken pain

Behold her vast resurrection. I gather petals and leaves
From dark carnivorous flowers, to rejoice the end to her sleep

On your thorns consume me o flower,
Please gift me with a plague o summer,

Our embrace is/ our love crafts/ bind our fresh to/ our carnal knot
An urn for the ashes of gods…


2. SCYTHE AND STRAW (AEON APHELION)

Bow down and cherish your new chains
Elected baronets put democracy to sleep
Cash in rhetory, thrive on slavery
Delenda carthago, we’re fools on a ship

Sell out! The world wears in mourning
God lend a blessing? Spare a match for a witch?
Old greedy paedophiles of his clergy preach
Thy market come on earth as it is in hell

Voice up! All true and faithful
It’s scythe or straw, now we cut through the maze
Ver sacrum: a sun deliverer
Shall sear this shame and light ablaze

Blood red, a blade and a vision
One for the landlord and two for the boss
Three for the silencers of truth and beauty
Sharpen the hatchet and go for the throat


3. EMBRACED IN WINGS

I listen tight to the friendly echo weeping
A soothing word of comfort that will soon die out
I dwell the cenotaph of the black heart of god
Yearning for closure and sleep

Somehow undone, the loose ends of love
Hang over fields where old footsteps lead

I need to hear, the mocking cold wind crying
A slashing word of guilt to keep the pain alive
I dwell the space between elysium and hades
Longing for parting and death

Somehow embraced, my weary wings of lead
Fold ’round my chest to keep my soul inside

Sarcastic deities of love and consolation
Offer some blood and honey, quench my silver pyre
I dwell the monument of past hopes and new curses
Praying for rest and for peace

My weary wings of lead… where old footsteps lead…
The loose ends of love… to keep my soul inside…


4. WOMB STONE

Holy sabbat embrace me breed rebellion, sorcery
Solar vortex, lunar sea rituel de l’ haute magie
Loathsome heaven bury me alchemy, freemasonry
Angel weary, demon meek armageddon wizardry

Morbid sleeper rise from your dreamful tomb
Flood the ice-cold void celestial womb

I am the holocaust incarnate. I am whoredom immaculate
The seed is sawn the flesh made word. God shall lament the day

Saw the seed for eternity
Reap the fruit of a mortal sin …immortal sin

Let commence the mournful, vast season of creed
Bleeding myriad tears mankind shall grieve

I am the holocaust incarnate. I am the whoredom immaculate.
I am the ancient venom of war. God shall lament the day

Saw the seed for eternity
Reap the fruit of a mortal sin …immortal sin


5. OF THE HORNED WOLVES

I speak in rhyme to mock their mournful idols
Cause only pity suits this cult of greed
They mount a pile of sin in vast cathedrals
The absolution furnace feeds on need …loathsome breed

I welcome you in arts of worship
A fever bleeding blessing from your skin

Behold the tides of doom, reaching like prayer to the sky
Orama of the reign of the horned wolves
My poem is black nocturnal

I sing no epitaph to gods forsaken
The tree of woe is full with fruit and flame
With nemesis on flight the air is tangled
The famished beasts are tracking down their prey …let us pray

I yearn for you in ways of torture
A nail is blooming solemn from your palm

Behold the waves of styx, a crawling pyre of fever tears
Icons of the lust of the horned wolves
My poem of black nocturnal

Mother dirge father cry:
Invoke the mighty watchers, welcome be their holy wrath.
Out of the shadows deep their hooven feet shall draw the path

Sister mourn brother sigh:
The horned wolves shall howl. I hear the ancient call to arms.
The sword of song is drawn upon the vanity of man


I try and i wait for the day i’ll bring you down
A star-crossed moon will draw the path i’m on
I sing and i pray, for the dark age comes a dawn
I got my songs of witchcraft and rebellion