DISC 1

1. SHE IS A FIRE

She will wring from you
All the secrets you keep locked
Away in sadness

And she will play
Where dark pathways of the mind
Stumble blindly into madness

Her eyes are filled with the weight of mountains
Desire spurting from her sacred fountains

Red hot is her inclination
I beg incineration
She came walking from the flame
Burning with dark inspiration
She is a fire

She is a fire

As far as Venus goes
She twists the bind
Between the marble and the sculptor

Slight of waist, sleight of mind
Fates refined
Spells to shelter her from vultures

A furnace heat of needs surmounting
She melts my beaten heartbeat down and counting

Red hot is her inclination
I beg incineration
She came dancing from the flame
Burning with dark inspiration
She is a fire

Weaponized (Galvanized)
Even in mortal guise
Death would tremble just to take her

Like a calm sea beneath which the Kraken
Unfurls its deafening limbs
She, she's a smouldering psalm
Poised to make good on ignitable sins

Poised to make good on her delightful sins

Red hot is her inclination
I beg incineration
She came walking from the flame
Burning with dark inspiration
She is a fire

Red hot is her inclination
I beg incineration
She came dancing from the flame
Burning with dark inspiration
She is a fire


2. HEAVEN TORN ASUNDER (LIVE)

Rise, ablaze, libidinous
Devildom voyeurs
Ascend to smother the light
Nascent aeons confer...

Chaos is spat
From the black eternal sea
Serrated mountains of mad shadows
Carving towards misdeed

Stormchoirs gather
A pestilential hiss
Sunset evokes Luciferian fire
The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice

Supernal vestments hang tattered
Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory
Invasions scale Babel's ivory towers
Poised to sodomise a world upon it's knees

We are as a flame born unto the darkness
Desires burning in palatial glades
And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us
Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves...

Attack!

Wreak atrocities on those we have despised
Judgements be riven, from the skies
Darkness empower let us master prophecy
Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever

Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy
Written in flesh across the howling ether

Artemis
Spread the bliss of this Lupercalia

With stars erased, throw wide the gates
The infidel soon unmasks her face
Neath silken shroud she waxes horn
Sharpened to skewer dawn

I am as a plague, born to the priestess
The secret amour of her archangelic rape
Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed
Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake

Wreak atrocities on those we have despised
Judgements be riven, from the skies
Darkness empower let us master prophecy
Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever

Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy
Written in flesh across the howling ether

The most August sorcerers of Hades
Darkly seized for me a throne
And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed
Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone

From this ransacked celestial temple
I hold the prophet's severed head unto all nations

Tremble before us
Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres
Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires
Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth

Our voices are opened graves
Through which the never-dead escape

From dank, abyssic dream
Pursuing ascendancy

Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss
Sunset evokes Luciferian fire
The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice

Supernal vestments hang tattered
Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory
Invasions scale Babel's ivory towers
Poised to sodomise a world upon it's knees

The enemy has held three seasons
Imparadised, whilst we writhed
To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree
Now freed to plunder...
Heaven torn asunder


3. BLACKEST MAGICK IN PRACTICE (LIVE)

I wish upon a star
And think of all the things
I should have asked
Instead, I let the moment pass
And now I'm bleeding
On her faded photographs

Tears
So hard to swallow
Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow
Empty years, I should have followed
My inamorata to the grave

Uncertain words my heart denied
Now seem so trivial
I lost all the night she died

Lies!
She is alive!
Beneath the ice
Only darkest mirrors crack this
Curse
And I, immersed
Invoke the worst
Blackest Magick put to practice

I remember then
When the Autumn moon
Would turn us back again
We'd laugh and bask
Amidst the underworld of men
Both citing Baudelaire
As our immortal saviour

Tears
So hard to swallow
Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow
Empty years, I should have followed
My inamorata to the grave

Words are so benumbing
In my head, I hear the drumming
Summoning, the dead are coming
From fetid crypts my lips create

Now grave powers start to rise
Deflowerers shall suffer
Those witness to your sacrifice

Lies!
She is alive!
Beneath the ice
Only darkest mirrors crack this
Curse
And I, immersed
Invoke the worst
Blackest Magick put to practice

I think upon our time
Those golden summers
Of love echo so sublime
As do winters drinking
Too much festive wine
Now the seasons shift
Neath a creeping mist of horror

Malfeic entities
I call upon thee
Vibrating cosmic threads
With shredded flesh
Manifest destinies
For those opposing me
Everyone is killable
Some just choose a vulgar death

Now we will see
What terrors shall be
The dark crimson sea
Drags the sun to oblivion

Faced demons
Arousing fire with tongues
Laced with vicious memories
Spatter twisted trees

Rape is returned a thousandfold
In the garden of unearthly delights

Only when their minds lie in ruin
Will I then hand them the knife

Towers fall like broken skies
Crashing through to Hell
Where amid the debris, angels writhe

Lies!
She is alive!
Beneath the ice
Only darkest mirrors crack this
Curse
And I, immersed
Invoke the worst
Blackest Magick put to practice

Death left me hopelessly blinded
Resigned to the wrongs of his design
I will never be alright
Never be alright
Never see the light
That shone in the heart of heaven


4. HONEY AND SULPHUR (LIVE)

"So potent was the star,
under which I was born.
That I have done no one,
in the world has done,
nor can ever do..."

Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum

All Saints Day, the taint of rain
Blood and mud and thunder all the same
To those who close their ranks to Gille's men

Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille
Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside
Brittle Angels out to pasture once again

Torture garden rules of thumb apply
To sacred flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic this erotica
Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur

So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom
That the superstitions grew
Wise to the wolves that surprised their children
Gagged in sacks and dragged back to

Tiffauges,
It's roads now home to a beautiful stranger
Lifting her veil, Spinning her lies
Tender eyes, never-ending danger

It grows
A rose that chose death for it's bedmuck
Prickles in wait, Thanking her spies
Trickling thighs her only hiccup

And though she walks the forest trails
She's far from Perrault's faerytales
She leads them down the path where darkness dwells

That night is rife with celebration
The tower sings
Where so much foul illumination
Strikes a lighthouse for the things
That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram
Mid sour dreams
A beauty pageant for the gathering damned
Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams.

Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum

Torture garden rules of thumb apply
To sacred flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic this erotica
Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur

So black was the magick in this tragical kingdom
In this castle of loup-garou
When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on
A parcel of victims now tied to

Tiffauges
Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic
Cherubim forced
Naked and blind
A holocaust mind designed their exit

A libertine so grim
Sometimes tore them limb from limb
Slitting their throats
Pissing on graves
Jesus saved but the devil made him

Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum


5. NYMPHETAMINE (FIX) (LIVE)

Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a
V of black swans on with hope to the grave.
All through red September with skies fire-paved,
I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones."

Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I
faced when you left me a rose in the rain.
So I swore to thy razor that never enchained
would your dark nails of faith be pushed
through my veins again.

"Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness,
and would you ever soon come above unto me?
For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key."

Six feet deep is the incision,
in my heart that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision.
Sunsetter Nymphetamine!

Sick and weak from my condition,
this lust, this vampyric addiction
to her alone in full submission.
None better Nymphetamine!

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine,
Nymphetamine Girl!
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine,
my Nymphetamine Girl!

Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
back in the forest where
whispers persuade.

More sugar trails,
more white lady laid
than pillars of salt.

"Fold to my arms,
hold their mesmeric sway,
and dance her to the moon as
we did in those golden days."

Christening stars
I remember the way,
we were needle and spoon
mislaid in the burning hay.

"Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness,
and would you ever soon come above unto me?
For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key."

Six feet deep is the incision,
in my heart that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision.
Sunsetter Nymphetamine!

Sick and weak from my condition,
this lust, this vampyric addiction
to her alone in full submission.
None better Nymphetamine!

Sunsetter
Nymphetamine!
None better
Nymphetamine!

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine,
Nymphetamine Girl!
Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine,
my Nymphetamine Girl!


6. BORN IN A BURIAL GOWN (LIVE)

Sibilant and macabre
Walpurgis sauntered in.
Skies litten with five-pointed stars,
the work of crafts surpassing sin.

As She graced Her window ledge,
an orphaned gypsy nymph.
This issue of the forest's bed,
skin flushed with sipped absinthe.

Her eyes revealed as Brocken's peak
tried once concealing Hell,
a snow white line of divine freaks
in riot where they fell.

The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight
for seven days and seven festival nights.
What wicked wonders lie within the comfines
of the panther's den?

She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue,
the restless spirit of Christmas to come.
A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb
than gingerbread men.

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial,
she was the light of the world going down.
War-torn, forlorn and malarial,
she was found born in a burial gown.

Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross,
seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose
in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost.

Too many decades misfit and mislaid!
So innocent, a tender legend of prey
parades her second coming,
now they're running afraid!

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial,
she was the light of the world going down.
War-torn, forlorn and malarial,
she was found born in a burial gown.

Now She moves with a predator's guile
beyond the firelit circle of life.
She soothes your cold heart for a while,
then matches its beat synching in with a knife.

She wrestles her dreams
with a delicate ease espied
by her cross on the wall.

And should she awake
through embrace or mistake,
she would take Jesus.
Blest foot forward and all!

Sibiliant and at last
the circus crawled away
with another lover in its arms,
dancing on her grave.

Born, born, born forlorn,
born in a burial gown.
She was born, born forlorn,
born in a burial gown.

Born in a burial gown!


7. DESIRE IN VIOLENT OVERTURE (LIVE)

Nights came tralling ghost concertos
Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows
Playing torture chamber music allegretto
Conducting over throes thrashed to crescendo

Skinless the dark shall scream
Hoarse Her symphonies

Deathmasked 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

In a crescent-whine 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 clock 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.


8. BATHORY ARIA (LIVE)

I. Benighted like Usher

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 Kytherean tides

And Kissed Her
For from Her alone
My lips would have known
Enigmas 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 widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her soul


II. A Murder of Ravens in Fugue

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 earthen 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...


III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness

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 pleas

When her gaolers were assailed
With condemnations from a priest
Who'd stammered rites
In the dead of night
Or 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 bequeathed 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

My soul to Hell for company


9. THE DEATH OF LOVE (LIVE)

"Her penultimate sighs,
called softy on the kindling wind.
Her saintly eyes filling with tears,
lifting with truth.

And then a golden flash,
like the onset of Heaven,
leaving her screams, breaking my heart.

And in the grip of fire
I knew the death of love..."

Where will you be when they tense for warfare?
What will you see with your innocence there?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when they tense for warfare?

Where will you be when God is glorifying?
There we will be between the dead and dying
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when God is glorifying?

Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain.
For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns
Devoted to the votive, holy standard above.
'By command of the king of Heaven'
Came the death of love

Where will you be when they're vilifying?
How will they see when the truth is blinding?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when they're vilifying?

Where will you be when the dark is rising?
How will you keep from it's terrorizing?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when the dark is rising?

Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom
On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound

But visions and ambition
Never listened to submission
And she was on a mission from the highest above
To Lord upon the slaughter
Like a sword through hissing water
She arose where archers sought her
For the death of love

The righteous death of love!

Gilles adored her drama
Her suit of pure white armour
Blazed against the English in a torrent of light

And as they rallied onto night
A cancer fled his soul
Dissolving...

Framed amid the thick of fire
Aflame, a Valkyrie
She made him click without desire
And in his eyes she swam a Goddess

And even when they caught her breath
Her words would leave a scar
"For only in the grip of darkness,
will we shine amidst the brightest stars!"

How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?
How will you know if the sky is burning?
Where will you be my darling?
How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?

Where will you be when Babel builds my fire?
Will you not flee and label me pariah?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when they light my pyre?

Aligned with Joan in all
That was enthroned and divine
He swore to score the crimes
Jackdaws poured on this dove
Crimes he knew alone
Derived from minds of the blind
The church unfurled for murder perched
Upon the death of love

Framed amid the thick of fire
Aflame, a Valkyrie
She claimed the skies were lit with spires
And in his eyes she swam a Goddess

And even when she fought for breath
Her words would leave a scar
"For only in the grip of darkness,
will we shine amidst the brightest stars!"


DISC 2

1. DEMON PRINCE REGENT

Light the torch, cite debauch
Excite the tortured heart
The forest whispers
Graves undulate and part
Let's get this ritual started
Under dark aligning stars

Devouring fruits of fallen man
Grown delicious in their degradation
Blackened towers root a poisoned land
Consumption reeking
Corruption seeking deep gestation

Demon Prince
I see the pride that swallows
Even since
The tide disaster follows
Turned to the calling of your fall from Heaven

Endeavours burnt
Cast down to earth
You never learnt
Lasting grace in any worth
Still yielding not in this vocation

Wake the night, its delight
Forsakes the rites of dawn
The fire beckons
An inferno poised to swarm
This might be the pit God shits in
But it hides a biding storm

Best to reign in Hell than serve a slave
To lofty indecisions taken
On one's behalf hunger nerve the brave
To seek exemption
To see freewill awaken

Demon Prince
I see the pride that swallows
Even since
The tide disaster follows
Turned to the calling of your fall from Heaven

Endeavours burnt
Cast down to earth
You never learnt
Lasting grace in any worth
Still yielding not in this vocation

Undivine, why climb to the skies
To repent fell maledictions?
Hypocrites who duly sit on high
Extend your extradition

Extend your opposition

With rancour sunken, anchored
Beneath the clouds that roll in anger
The bitter truth is Hell
Is truly not
The Hell they think they know

Demon Prince
I see the pride that swallows
Even since
The tide disaster follows
Turned to the calling of your fall from Heaven

Endeavours burnt
Cast down to earth
You never learnt
Lasting grace in any worth
Still fielding dreams to scattered nations


2. HEARTBREAK AND SEANCE (LIVE)

Before the war, this grave darksome pall
Pressed upon the face of England
We were sovereign to nothing less
Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign
Together in a peace these wicked times disdain

Then empires saw much more to gain

The Crown discounts our loss
Life cannot count the cost
These numbers fount like water
The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter

Valentine sweet spine entwined
I am sorry that I left you here, in time
I will find, the path back from the other side
So keep a candle burning
In your heart that is my shrine

No Momento Mori
For he passed away
For faraway glory
So tear the pages
From this castaway story

Spilling tears
Fill her lachrymatory


She seeks to pierce the veil
Melancholia
Speaks the fiercest tale
Weeks are growing lonelier
Ever stonier regailed

Love's bond responding
Beyond the pale

The planchette is promissory
Purveyance of this Seance
In obeisance to the spirits
Before their dismissory

The Crown discounts our loss
Life cannot count the cost
These numbers fount like water
The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter

Valentine sweet spine entwined
I am sorry that I left you here, in time
I will find the path back from the other side
So please accept my kisses
Through the whispers of the Ouija board

I suffer alone
So far from home
Watching you from a distance
A shadow's persistence to roam

No time to atone
You flower alone
Beautifully graven
You cut a black raven
Whose tower has flown

No Momento Mori
For he passed away
For faraway glory
So tear the pages
From this castaway story

Spilling tears
Fill her lachrymatory

She seeks to pierce the veil
Melancholia
Speaks the fiercest tale
Weeks are growing lonelier
Ever stonier regailed

Love's bond responding
Beyond the pale

The planchette is promissory
Purveyance of this Seance
In obeisance to the spirits
Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie

Winter seems far colder
Without you by my shoulder now this year

Faith's blinding glare advanced to frost
Finds her there, entranced to cross
To breach death's porous border
And reach where breath affords no quarter

Helpless, I see her resolve harden

This is where it ends
How the wretchedness portends
The knife in her hand
On the stretch to the promised land

And this is how they found my light
Clutching tight that fateful telegram


3. RIGHT WING OF THE GARDEN TRIPTYCH (LIVE)

Death darkens all
Right wing of the garden triptych
Left marks The Fall
The middle ground apocalyptic

Why stay the grim inevitable
And play out with a whimper?
Fate is raising armies of our faith

Now
The future cows
Before the vows
Prophets thunder from the heavens

We seek to justify
Our seed spread far and wide
The eve that virtue died
Bore witness to this plague

Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons

Here...

This the sore beginning
To the war to end all wars

Gotterdammerung
Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever
Gotterdammerung
Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver

Throw wide splintered lichgates
To the eldritch show's return

Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth
A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth
Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth
Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell

Nothing screams out mercy more than
Vivisection of the soul

Gotterdammerung
Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers
Coddle Abaddon
God, you got it wrong, now fall believers

Liars and deniers, thick in the mire's grasp
Treacherous and lecherous
Retching a sick bloodbath

Peace sits alone
Midst the desecration sewn
Like a stony queen of winter, throned

This the penalty for lust
Long dreaded, read in scripture
Vain pleasures fed to paint this...

Now
The future cows
Before the vows
Prophets thunder from the heavens

We seek to justify
Our seed spread far and wide
The eve that virtue died
Bore witness to this plague

Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons

Here...

Gotterdammerung
Gotterdammerung

A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights
A dead man's stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight
Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites
Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight

Death darkens all
Right wing of the garden triptych
Left marks The Fall
The universe is, at worst, ecliptic


4. THE PROMISE OF FEVER (LIVE)

In the beginning,
rimmed with wind and storm.
A great black wrath of infinite math,
spat snarling into form.

And there was Heaven,
lit up with precious stones.
Each one could fall but for the rule,
of faith and love and stronger thrones.

And therein rose vast wonders,
affections to be seen.
Fathered from the plundered,
reflections of a dream.

Fogging into nightmare,
for him whose place was set.
With wayward stars that absent, marred.
All creation with their theft!

In the beginning,
bewinged and ringed with dawn.
This favoured avatar, enthralled.
Swansongs from those that thronged this shore.

With Gabriel and Michael,
he shone with fierce intent.
For loyalty, their joy to see,
him spur the hymns to Heaven.

For sculptured lips of seraphim,
whom fate then cruelly rent.
With sleight fingered strains of harmony,
each note to grim portent!

As grinning nimbus gathered over spires arabesque.
For him that blazed with holy praise,
that for a jealous God was meant.

Shining feriluce,
lustrous scourge of fallen spirits.
Basked in glory,
flew to lakes in sacred altitudes.

Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze,
with curling tongues that lapped the lead.
As through thick mountain mist, he wandered cursed.

Until at last, past grasping trees,
he paused to draught forbidden streams,
that whispered siren promises, to drown his thirst.

These waters held secrets like raped russian dolls,
wherein evil and good tore his soul for control.
And drunk with the verse of desire's first words,
the weight of the universe slunk in rehearsed.

Horror in numbers too great to discern.
The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm.
And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom,
espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons.

Shining feriluce,
reflected in jaded mirror.
Climbing from the noose,
of time in divine servitude.

And thus a strange new melody of will and wanton fantasies.
Whetted by the veiled, seen danced from his ashen lips.
In red dawn scores, the silver scream of truth and her deleted scenes,
was taken up as far, it seemed as God his words eclipsed.

Those waters hid visions like butchers in war,
perverting the course of life's blood evermore.

In the beginning,
skinned well with gibbous tones,
of countenance and ignorance,
in equal measures sewn.

A marbled arc of angels,
sworn to the morningstar.
shared his pride and deep inside,
felt chill shadows sweep their cards.


5. HAUNTED SHORES (LIVE)

Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade
Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned
And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name
Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed

The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings
To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings

These are the shores where to my soul
Blood drenched and unredeemed
Shalt seek solace in secrets told
Through the whispers of a dream

From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius
A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust
Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided
In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided

Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court
And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought

From wounds a traitor wrought

I fear the Augean light
Is sweeping through Camelot
How bittersweet my triumphs seem
Now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost

Morganna art thou near me?
Languid, I wend my path to grave
Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp
Of the naiad neath the silvered lake

When waters stirred lay silent
Mistress let the mists descend
Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart
His sombre gaze defies legend

More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes
Art for the Banshees song
Or our souls entwined like vein upon
The haunted shores of Avalon

The haunted shores of Avalon

Bury me in velvet dream
Lest I unduly wake
And seek to reconcile my thirst
With the cowardly tailors of my fate

Unleash mastiffs of snarling night
To overthrow, plague and burn
As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead
To scheme of my return

Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm
A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn
Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword
Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war

The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free
This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds

These are the shores where to my soul
Blood drenched and unredeemed
Shalt seek solace in secrets told
Through the whispers of a dream

I have awoken from the past
Lengthening the shadows
Over England's bitter scars
I prize wide the wounds
Her soils whetted, drink
Remember me as king
When I cradle elder stars
Like lovers in my arms
Nestled vipers to my breast
Venomed forces work these cards
Of Devils and priestess....
Thus I shall rule anew
Through sinews of a song
Played upon a storm
By the ghosts of Avalon
And all in league will bow to me
From death they shall ascend
To whisper winds of war to stir
The dark-one-thing in men
The Principle Black Metal masterplan....


6. GILDED CUNT (LIVE)

Your misery is worn as a veil to
hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind,
in place of Eve a bitter parody hails.
Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite's concubine.

Gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!

Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly
feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave.
My preference leans to killing you quickly,
scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains.

But I am tied to the
labyrinth and the beast.
The one way track of eyes,
black and grey like panzers.

Loose your shell, shoot the mouth,
the gates of Hell have often
dropped their jaws about.

Satan's agents are perversions to bear
side to side with the diversions,
you use to guide my fingers there!

Dirty little gold digger...

Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!
Cunt, cunt!

Nothing is above you, save a boreal light,
that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice.
And below you will I see you tonight?
Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite.

For I am torn between
the sheets that keep me borne.
And the teeth of a storm
that reap then rend my stanzas.

Click your heels
three times six.
The stars are fixed,
may I climb and get you one?

The palace at Versailles
never held your tongue,
nor did Heaven ever weather
the crosses that you came upon.

Dirty little soul frigger...

Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!
Cunt, cunt!

Take your pain and
shove it up your asshole...

Oh, you gilded cunt!

Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly,
feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave.
My preference leans to killing you quickly,
scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains.

But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast.
The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers.

Loose your shell, shoot the mouth.
The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about.

Satan's agents are perversions to bear.
Side to side with the diversions,
you use to guide my fingers there!

Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!

Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!
Dirty little gold digger!

Cunt, cunt!
Gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!

Cunt!
Cunt!

Nothing is above you, save a boreal light.
That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice.
And below you, will I see you tonight?
Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite.

For I am torn,
between the sheets that keep me borne.
And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas.

Click your heels, three times six.
The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one?
The palace at Versailles never held your tongue,
nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon.

Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!

Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!
Dirty little soul frigger!

Cunt, cunt!
Gilded cunt!
Oh, you gilded cunt!

Cunt!
Cunt!

Take your pain and shove it up your asshole...


7. SAFFRON'S CURSE (LIVE)

Through arcades where shimmering snowfall
lay in state with the sad and damned,
a rent lament barely flung above a whisper
drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man.

I found her tempting fate
between her wrist and razor,
a kindred spirit in a graveyard
beneath the stature of a colder saviour.

Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques,
and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast
like a come dream true under etched glass spent,
making love to the beautiful dead.

She has sinned and severed Heaven,
and in its vulgar sight two figures
writhe, but one silhouette extends
its fingers to the light.

"Gothic towers tottered on my heels
as I fled asylum grounds,
committing hard crimes to soft cells
where now another's screams resound."

From the gaspings in her passing
six feet under, or beneath frayed gown.
When her hands pointed to midnight
in a white stained chamber bound.

I swept her from the abyss of another dementia,
freeing her soul from the fetters of fate
to take the reins of pleasure.

Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure
at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs.
Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch
out of spite and playful eyes.

Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch
for familiar lips to lick them dry.
Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks,
the sun forsakes the rite to rise.

And is the first to discern that this
angel's return is a vengeful call on grace,
for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts.
A leap of twisted fate betrayed!

The scars will last until the stars
caught in her train bewitched,
fall into line and yield the sign
that dawn in born to their eclipse.

For our inhumankind comes an
underdog day sunrise, rippling
with fire like femaledition.

Wind amidst the flame I gazed out
tapped into the fog and shared her pain,
when in her mind she sought his leave
and begged forgiveness.

I splintered her coffin and lay
on the floor of a vault with her
clasped as the moon hugs the shore.

What treachery this
that she breathed no more,
Christ you bastard!

I wished her back but the dead adored her,
even wild winds sang in chora for her.
Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore
we'd be together more!

Creation froze with the triumph of Death,
but still she stirred and awoke bereft
of concern save for the aeons left
to lead the darkness.

She schemes of growing power
and the lengths sucked hard to get it.
I dream of being God but ever
living to regret it.

Our fecund nature decrees
that Jesus wept come for
the Devil on her knees.

To grant her lows a remedy
and mine desire's wish to
taste thereof of Heaven's scent
as sick and twisted as it is.

For her corset laced with arsenic
hides snake curves within her midst.
Whilst her halo of white lies supplies
her temple to what God forbids.


8. LUSTMORD AND WARGASM (THE LICK OF CARNIVOROUS WINDS) (LIVE)

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
Lke 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
Darker 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

The lick of carnivorous winds

Gravid with madness
Lke 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


9. YOU WILL KNOW THE LION BY HIS CLAW (LIVE)

Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing
Of lucrative savannah wind
Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing
To usher the evening in
Affecting the set of the reckoning sun
From burnished gold to crimson hue
Before this night is quite sorely undone
The Devil is coming for you

Like a ghost haunting the darkness
Stalking the veldt
Where many kings were felled
A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness
Halting you in the tracks you've laid
To rule this fulsome world

Now silent as a wisp of smoke
Terror grips you by the throat

You will know the lion by his claw
Mistaking fake demeanour
Was your first and fatal flaw
Never will the hunter
Ever be the hunted
Here or evermore
Taking my arena
Brought this courted slaughter to your door

I am nature's great restorer
First order carnivora
Fate and foe, no time to implore
Mercy for she has fled

Tail tucked between her legs
Circled prey, recant and beg
To me alone, this powder keg
Of teeth and jaws together
In a riot of adventure

I am Leonine and ten commandments
Cut deep for your death

Solo: Richard Shaw

Damnatio ad bestias

Through limitless whispering seas
Of redolent tropical plains
Whereupon mystery's blistery frieze
A silvering gibbous moon reigns
Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights
I come a cold virulent grue
Blighting your guides and delighting inside
On the pride that is tiding for you

As a beast feasting its hunger
Under this spell
Rifles and fire shall not repel
Industrious machinations rent asunder
No miring me in traps well-laid
I'll not pale to unveil my Hell

Solo: Ashok

You will know the lion by his claw

This violence is a plague of flame
Licking the brush to flush out game
A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes
Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal

You will know the lion by his claw
Mistaking fake demeanour
Was your first and fatal flaw
Never will the hunter
Ever be the hunted
Here or evermore
Taking my arena
Brought this courted slaughter to your door

You will know the lion by his claw
Now hear the growing thunder roar

Damnatio ad bestias

The walls of brackish thorn have fallen
Batterfang and chaos
Quick to marshal, maul the fools
Who stand by shattered loss

Your shadow scatters westward
Toward the fleeing stars
As a new dawn feeds upon the skies
Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred

Damnatio ad bestias