1. CROWN OF HORNS

Capricornus rex in tenebris
I long to feel the dark caress
Of your cloven hooves
I seek the loving warmth of your anus
As i place my worshipful
Lips about your teats.

We hate, and so we gather
By the light of the moon;
The art of veneficium...
This we learned from you...
To make them grieve in their lord,
Their redeemer in flames
Fanned by the scorn of the children
Who now curse his name.

Sire of sin,
You embody me
Undivine...
To you we congregate;
None so vile,
Your magnificent
Crown of horns
Inspires deeds maleficent.

Destroy the parasite (x3)
Destroy Jesus Christ.

They'll crawl in their perdition
The righteous will be lost
Where gutted angels lie fucked...
Beneath the feunral cross;
We'll dig them a mass grave soon,
And bring to their knees
Those who would have rescinded
The laws of disease.

The children have turned
The cherubs wail
As anticross triumphs
Where the cross has failed.

Hell-spawned majesty, we eagerly
Await the advent of the
Next millennium
When you will return with a swarm from
Beyond to claim your carnal
Lost dominion.


2. SLIT YOUR GUTS

Pardon, please, the narrow
Confinement of your limbs
Unfortunately, it's necessary
For your correction
Shriek to your heart's
Content, if you wish
I promise you pain and
Nightmares, in that sequence.

Permit me to introduce you to
Tuesday...
I favor her, this pretty blade
So tall and fine
Hatred and violence are not
Our ways, but firm we are
Squirming is useless, so is this
Colon, cry for me.

Svelte is implement
Its gentle caress lets you bleed
its subtle curvature
Dancing, deeply slit your guts.

It's for your own good
You need guidance, i provide
What is your pleasure? This is
Mine a welcome change!


3. GRAVES OF THE FATHERS

Sextons of the churchyard
Have seen unblessed things
Ground no longer hallowed
Has sprouted new graves.

Descendants of clan
That unsurped maternity
Hear whispers in their blood
This summons of the Fathers.

Adherence to the principle
Of man by woman born...
Anachronistic ritual
Soon to be obsolete.

Forgive me Father
For i know not what i do
My grave beckons
As irresistable as drawing breath.

Nature abhors a vacuum
The same is true to a tomb...
It cannot be empty.
A barren womb of plenty...
A vacant grave must be filled.
For this the Fathers' will
Material birth be abjure,
A mother's cunt is unpure.

Sired in blasphemy,
In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts
Filled with necrolatry
Reverse the life cycle be reborn through death.

Forgive me Father
For i know not what i do
I leave a void to fill one,
Hear my prayers from far below.


4. DEAD AND DRIPPING

Matriarchal piety disturbed at their
Vespers.
Sisterly society feels the stifling whispers...
Anger of the dead-at-sea denied proper
Interment,
Dumped overboard summarily, washed down
In a current.

Sepulchral consideration...
Wrathful omen...
Dog removed from the casket
Dead and dripping.

First stage of disintegration... piecemeal
Decomposition
Of the indignant deceased, submerged for
What reason?
Parchedness of living throats and mouths
Has cracked some tongues
But attempts to slake their thirst only
Leads to soaking lungs.

Hearts are heavy, minds are numb, souls
Oppressed...
Supernatural siege upon the landlocked
Dead.
Baptism in netherfluids In their crypts,
But suffocating dryness in the catacombs.

Mad at thirst, they dry
To draw sustenance
From a burial mound
Necrophagous fails
Aridity ends lives
More wet corpses found.

Watery warfare, and in its mist
The forsaken
Who cry for them, the bridges of
The flaccid god.

Intone a funeral rosary...
Blessed morbid murmur
To hopefully placate the dead and
End the curse of moisture.


5. BENEDICTINE CONVULSION

An ominous disembowelment...
The soothslayer is blinded, such is fate
Abomination to damn the eyes...
For the righteous, a test of faith.

We thank thee lord, for this tribulation,
We sing thy praises without end
No matter how rabid the oppressor,
We shall not fail thee, though we pray for
Strength.

Ensnared in the web of the unjesus,
The once-sacrosanct abbey is
Besieged,
With the braying of the
Nightgoat,
Benedictine friars convulse.

Infernal visions flay their souls
As their bodies contort and writhe...
Capricornus nocturnum haunts them
From their torment springs its delight.

Impaled on one of its many legs
A bug-eyed Mary gapes on in horror
As her only son is chewed to bits
By spiderchrist... she is flecked with gore.

Caprine morturion leads the bones
Of their departed brethren
In the abbey's catacombs
When gargoyles vomit blood
The defunct will ascend
To rend the mortal flesh
Of the brothers of the good word,
And make victims of their guts.

Those who are left
Of god bereft
Run amongst heads
Suspended by threads.

Crosses up-ended
And frenzied blooshed
For those who sought favour
From their saviour.

I am messiah
The grand delusion
To hell-wracked things
Revelation.


6. PHOBOPHILE

In the kitchen
With a screaming triple amputee...
Its completion depends solely
On my needs...
Said amputee's stumps
Are my way of saying... thank you
Just for being you.
Its fear tastes better than its limbs.

Terror of morality
I draw from the slowly dying damned
Monsters live behind my eyes
I let them out and people die.
And all the grave worms
That come for their piece of meat?
I give them dead things..
The wretched living are mine alone

Fright mounts with the body count
To which anthropomancy predicts a decline
In all of god's creation,
Can there be a lifestyle that's better than this?

I mark my territory
With their blood and excritement
And adipocere...
I can find my way in the dark
My fulfilment is habitually necromanic
And anal abusive..
Seen through the eyes of a mortician

They've caught me, as they call it;
My teeth and my semen have betrayed me..
Nevermore!
Tests to gauge my rationale
The likes of which these feeble minds have
Never seen.

Rorschach blotters
My responses to which inspire fear...
From my lizard side
The amoral alien speaks
These aren't butterflies
I see a face i'd like to burn.

Obfuscation
Of the authorities with lies
And my natur
Alability to charm and be me
Or whoever they want
I've known all minds by divine right.


7. LICHMISTRESS

Our lady of seven sorrows,
Mother of mourning, precious lich...

A white horse found your grave
Then it was beheaded.
The funeral goat's semen
Annoints your resting place.

Far below, the state you're in replenishes
My well of loss
As things from beyond watch as you rot
Beneath me.
Wretchedly, i pine as i begin at once to claw
The earth
To free you from the worms, to free you
From damnation.

The stake in your bosom pains me too...

Wistfully, i gaze into those empty holes
Which once were eyes
That beheld so much blood, that beheld so
Much evil...
Cyanotic lips caress the cold grey face of
One interred
Whose flesh is much too frail, whose flesh
Begins to quiver.

Mistress of my flesh
Your servant longs for your kiss
To hold you once again
All pretty with blood...

Now shall all of heaven weep.


8. ORGIASTIC DISEMBOWELMENT

You have sinned.
You will die...
You will be absorbed.

No more god,
Safe at last...
Embrace the abyss.

The dark is warm,
Comforting...
Welcome to the fold.

Close your soul
Turn your heart
Learn...

Let us prey
On the weak.
Feed the dark
With their flesh
Orgiastic disembowelment.

Wretched birth
Cursed by life
Now the way is shown.

Happily
Suffering
Skyclad flagellants.

Bask in the
Impure
Caresses of the scourge.

Mortified...
There is no
Sacrifice too great.

Let us prey...

I am filth,
Born of shit
And i am
Beloved of flies.

Abomination
In the eyes of all that is holy
We know who and what you are...
We've learned your name, we know your
Name.

Resisilobus,
Your only designs on the living
Are to oppress and possess;
To make them cry, to make them die.

As i arose,
Heaven wept,
For i am
Beloved of flies.

Moonlight bloodbath...
The gore runs as black
As their unclean hearts
Goat cult rite.

Gore-soaked virgin
In bleeding frenzy
Parts with her maker
Amidst weeping spirits.