1. VARKOLAK

Part I
My axe is dull
My armor has rusted
I am so very weary
When my time has come, give me no funeral
Remember not my name
Speak not of my deeds
Cast my ashes to the wind
I shall not be another martyr
Let my name rest with the dead

Part II
I am one with the earth
The soil seeps in around me
Filling my mouth, I can not cry out
As I claw my way through the ground
If I wished for death, they why do I try to live
All I hear is the waking bells
All I feel is Hunger
As my flesh peels away, I feel myself merging with the land
I am the wind through the trees
The stone of the mountains fills my spine
The earth no longer fights: WE ARE ONE
I am one with the land
I see all; I feel all
I am thy voivode
When I was a child, they spoke of what I have become
They called it the Koldun, and I did not believe
Now as I have awakened, I believe, and I have a thirst for blood

Part III
In my death, I was given sight
Through the mark of the devil, was I given life
I am thy voivode
Voivode Varkolak; plague of the night
To feast on the blood of the weak
And pull their temples down!
This land shall walk with no living gods!
Fear is my armor, hate is my strength
Not living, Not dead, not dreaming, not dying:
We forever are!
The blood is the life; my shadow is death
And it was those that cursed me, who brought forth life
I am the poison in your wine
I am the plague of a thousand rats
I am the mist in the dead dead of night
The dancing shadows, behind your back
I am thy Voivode, Voivode Varkolak

Qatharsis ov Vomit

Qe qavua qah
Qe qadosh qabala
Qe qedem qe qadesh
Qi qedushuh qi qabalah qe qol
Qe qabalah qe qav

Qe qadash qe qelalah
Qe qabalah qayin qesem
Qe quara qadash
Qe qadash
Qe qetz


2. GOSPEL OV THE HIGH ART

Is this High art or is this a lie,
Or are these those Aeons in which death died?
In the serpent’s coils, release your mind
Feast on Yourself
Choke on your lies

Drink from the grail of the bastard
Drink from the grail of the father of lies
Drink his blood!
Drink his blood!

Pretend that this protects you from sin
Yet the gate was nailed shut, when you came to the end
From outside you hear the echoes of battle
Tarnished and crumbled, ivory scorned
Sitting and staring, waiting like cattle
For that is all that you are
No paradise to enter, none to let in
The gates hammered shut by the nails that were sin

Do we weave truth or do we weave lies
Nose feeding back, or tapping divine?
Transmissions to Aether
Transmissions in time

Do we hold up revelation?
Or do we steal time?
Or is our message shrouded in night?

Sway back and forth to the phasing sounds
The moon within circles; vestments in ground
Open the current: touch the profound

As Time stretches out
As Time Stretches out

Take heed and hear the high art!
Can you hear the song? (X3)

Give praise to the angel ensorcelled in doom
Sample the blight: our sonic doom
Or clench thy fists, and leave the room

A Sermon, a sermon, a prophet ye heard
A prophet, a profit, and profits so dear
My words be not venom, yet still shalt thou fear
Our sobriquet: liars
But you’ll understand the truth, in the coming years!

The song of My Sword Pierces the Night
The song of My sword Brings forth the light
The song of my sword transcends this plane
The song of my sword evokes bringer of flame
Melicertes, come forth, my blade is thy will

Yog-Sothoth manifest ye thirteen spheres
Bring the song of my sword, to the flame bringer's ears
Black triangle: halo: broken in time
Head made of gold, and shaft thereof silver
My arrows make messengers' blood flow as wine
You shall not reach the dweller in darkness
You shall not reach the goat in the woods

I washed my hands of ye
They are stained with empty prayers
Sent in smoke until the fingers bleed
Cleansed with dust of bones
And Ash from Cretian Dittany

Ash of incense writes the names of outer gods across my altar
As my hands create the stars
These ancient bones, aged before their time
Grinded to spires, and sanguine dust

The Jester is dead
Long live the king
The fool is broken
Beside ye rings

Stars are carved upon knees that will never kneel
A third spire of perdition
But I am just a prince of thieves
Nailed to a cross
Beside your king