1. Zodijackyl Light

Crown the impulse that deliberately
fall
defeat in spiritless action
Isolation - burn the greenwood
order of the vertical path

Descendent
crawl in the remnants of one thousand
lies
Restaging
torching a world that was left
behind
Zodijackyl light

Cross the sharpest void
deride the embers of his faith
the bringer that on million horses
ride

Waiting for the call within the
spark of sin
ever reminiscent of the coming
of storm
Can you see the cosmic face in
which disorder lies

Burning of opression
Burning the inventor
Burning is the killing hand
Be that of the darkest sin
to frustrate hope and love

I shall not be blinded
I shall not be forced

Resistance
feasting on debris from celestial
wars

Burning in the sky
beyond the realm of time
Sequence of the nucleus
the glowing dust in flight
Zodijackal light

And they ride, they ride
the drama takes the lead
And they ride, they ride
the beast of heaven their guide

Racing through the vastness
constellation disarray
that darkness could not have existed
that bares no witness to the light

I shall not be blinded
I shall not be forced

Sweet endless
Perpetually pronge through interior
vaults
So seamless
Joints of time cannot shackle the
beast

Zodiackal light.

2. Hedon

Enter Suicidal Angels;

How hungry have we become;
Like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
that galloped down, disordered
worlds behind

From word to a word I was led to
a word
that spanned over cultures in rage

Crimson masses, steeped in decadence
holding our tongues to the thirsty
sun
So, is the future still open?
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark
hearts
to draw down the end from within

We need not the horns
that emanate from our warty, haunted
bodies

Nihilist, Hedon
the priceless art of their lives
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their
heads.
Skin deep, we carve our immeasurable
sorrow
in the fold of your shivering arms

Hedon,
Your children wild
and filled with death

Jupiter in our unforgiving eyes;
a pandemonium of bodies and gold
Eager, as a part of your face
and the sickness attached to your
skin (stone)
as the wine-rush,
chargin from androgynous wombs
to open free the lid of pain

Hedon,
rinsed in post-human shadows
a monument scorned by the teeth
of time
Stale-faced keeper of secrets,
leaded with implosive fire
the whore that carried the apostle
to the mating point on the graves
of giants

We look at you, afraid
to see what we really are.