1. A GARDEN OF UNERTHLY DELIGHTS

From the cusp of cragged mountains
Enchanted by haunted shores
We watch the cruel daylight
Flee in horror before the eerie song of wolves

At dusk vast wonders
Rise like ghosts out of the embosomed fog
To immerse, then drown
This fucking world in the seas of fornication

They strike immortal nightmares
Into those whose place wasn't meant
To be like beasts of prey that incense, starved
All creation with their scent

And the night will last until the stars,
Entwined in bestial masturbations
Pour forth vast torrents of cum

As shadows swell with terror
Deep dark and ominous
The garden bears addictions
Vested in translucid gowns
Seduce me Aphrodisia
With cunts and veiled wombs
Where ghostly sirens weave their songs
And flesh and pain in nackedness
Resume control

Seduction torn my tedious, worn-out shroud
Leaving me there to suffer the lick of her opiate tongue

I writhe like a viper
Deep inside her Eden
The torque of her hips
The symmetry of her lips
What forbidden desires lurk beneath her tender skin?

Heaven's never far from sin...
Hell will be my second skin

Hell will be your second skin

As shadows swell with terror
Deep dark and ominous
The garden keeps bearin' new addictions
Vested in translucid gowns
To piss on the face of this world
Long a paragon of vice

Nightchoirs slash violin bows
Back and forth across their wrists
Hear the growing dirge of these instruments of torture
That a new dawn shall bring

Glorify today's perfection
Deify tomorrow's plague

The glorious rise of lunar deities,
Pure fucking madness in its sweetest form
Brings forth Misanthropia
No vulgar Christ shall bar our path
We are meant to harm Mankind inside as well as out

As we impregnate the heavens
With the stench of blessed cunts
Red candles gild the battlefield
Where ravens and angels war
Please help us Aphrodisia
To get rid of the holy and pure
To paint earth's canvas
With a wide variety of demonic forms

Glorify today's perfection
Deify tomorrow's plague

From the cusp of cragged mountains
Enchanted by haunted shores
We watch our enemies
Succumb to the exquisite cruelty of gothic whores
At dusk vast wonders
Rise like ghosts out of the embosomed fog
To piss on the face of this world
Long a paradise lost.


2. LASCIVIA SINdromia

"Ah, listen to them
The children of the night
Let them cum to me"

Sleepless, lurid creatures
Isolated from the watching of the wolves and the stars
Dance without rest in front of cold dead-eyed mirrors
Inflaming the air, outshining the blood red moonlight...

Hear their growing screams in the keys of bondage and pleasure
Hiding the hissing of the serpent Lecher
Erotic, saturnalian revelries arouse this warm autumn night
Hear their weak midnight promises of love
Weeping upon the lair of past maniacs

Under a spell of narcissistic maladies
Stripped silhouettes writhe on scarlet sheets
Drunk on red wine, infusing the night
With their Lascivia SINdromia

A dark goddess figure inspires this nightmare
Her divinity and lust make love bleed on a deathbed
Where two orgasmic, nimphomaniac silhouettes
Wreak fleshy maladies on scarlet sheets
Venusian substance abused in vast and unhealthy amounts

Lascivia SINdromia

We, the libertine kind
Bound by other laws
To the service of the orgasmic NOW
Grow so dark as shadows cast on the ground...

Silent and hidden
With the smile of a devil and the eyes of a saint
I delight in the waves of an ocean of romantic decadence

Sublime creatures gathered
- drenched with the perfume of lust -
To steal me from the Rapture and...
To bring dogmas of carnal rites


Forever tingled with the thrill of coming nights...

Come bless our sins oh great Bacchanal whore
Lure us and teach us all the secrets you know
For our souls have crossed the oceans of time
To clasp one another, so tight...

Under vulgar, Dionysian rules

Under a spell of narcissistic maladies
Stripped silhouettes dance without rest upon scarlet sheets
Drunk on red wine, infusing the night
With their Lascivia SINdromia...

Hear their growing screams in the keys of bondage and pleasure
Hiding the hissing of the serpent Lecher
Erotic, saturnalian revelries arouse this warm autumn night
"Listen to them
The children of the night
Let them cum to me"

Lascivia SINdromia.


3. LACE OF DEATH

I see her coming...
I see her coming arrayed in Seraphim's wings
Her cold fingers fondle my skin
I cannot resist the urge...

Kiss me, touch me, repel me, are you satisfied?
Hit me, rape me, kill me, are you satisfied?

There she goes, there she goes again
Self-made viper always speculating about the end

She feels so cold...

Your eyes are like a journey through the valley of despair
Show me all the wonders of those things no other soul would care

She feels so cold...

Draw me the fine line between worship and crime
Put your dainty hands around my neck
Like a pathetic lace of death

Outcast all the colors that I still have
Ride through the fake suicide of someone already dead inside

Here I am, a living paradox in this frenzied hell
Faint and nude, in love with you at the point of hate

Shhh, if God knew that I've learned to love through impure Lips,
He would send his birds of prey to take you away from me

Silently, seal your lips against mine
Violently, the world begins to die...

Her touch of violence in the silence of dark
Indulges this strange need of not to belong
Here I stand, in a cage of perfect gold
Ready to copy whatever is wrong

As I stare into those strange, magnetic eyes
I wonder: are there demons there?

Silently, put your dainty hands around my neck
Like a pathetic lace of death

There she goes, there she goes again
Taking my breath away, she feels so cold...

I tried so hard to understand this challenging fever inside Of me
And it's frustrating, compunction keeps getting me down
Her touch of violence in the silence of dark
Indulges this strange need of not to belong
Here I stand, in a cage of perfect gold
Ready to copy whatever is wrong

Cherish my crimes and then juggle with them
Silently, put your hands around my neck
Violently, unchain the thing that's holding me down

Here I stand, in a cage of perfect gold
With this strange need of not to be alone
Here I stand, with this innate appetite to be one of yours.


4. MALICE BORN AT DUSK

Through the abyss of the woods
Almost balletically, a coal-black carriage is thrown
Bringing slaves to the grave of a once infamous nymph
Where Sex and Death hope and wait her promised return

Hideously misshapen figures skulk in the clammy mist
Throwing shadows of war like prophecies
"Oh sweet scarlet Witch
Come back to our hearts
Hell knows we were born in love with Thee"

Misanthropy plants a wet kiss on her forehead
As the old moon hugs forlorn the shore,
And the dulcet whispers of the Damned in the battlefield
Eclipse the stars above

The Dead escape from their graves
To exalt her throne and kill for her

Chaos is spat from the legions she leads
Cruelty and lust are presents that she'll give
Covenants of devotion to the dead, dark, and past
Arise morbid pleasures of Malice born at dusk

(Storm clouds gather,
Proclaiming the birth
Of another hell on earth)

In a graveyard of statues with open wounds
Wild winds sing in chora for the great apocalypse
And the Beast within
That we, the Damned, are about to unleash

Through the mist as if a dream
We hear her voice...
Under the glare of a waning moon
Sweet Malice returns

Defiant,
Splendid and vivid,
Bejeweled with pelts of many enemies
Hell knows we seek victory
Now that she runs at will
Through the ashes of angels in the battlefield,
We unfurl the flag of hate
While a nimbus of ravens consecrates our stakes

Dark clouds drift rapidly across the sky
And a breath of cold wind seems to drift over us
The solemn tones of an old cathedral clock
Announce midnight and a war that dawn...

Like the ominous calm which precedes some more
Than usually terrific outbreak of the elements;
She murmurs a prayer, a prayer for those she loves best
And then this she screams...

"War"

Now we slide across the Plain of Jezreel
Insanity blooms behind our masks
For forty days and forty festival nights
It'll rain a flood of inhumanity and scythe

Malice born at dusk

'Neath the tilt of the zodiac
We rise and shine as a Vatican State
Feeding on the sanctity of sin
We spit on heaven
And strangle all losers and angels with ivory-white Feathered necks
Behind a veil of ebonies
Mountains of crucified silhouettes
Extend throughout the field like Asphodel
In the arms of an ancient God
The stars laugh from afar
This is the end of the pathetic reign of Man

Dark clouds drift rapidly across the sky,
As the old moon hugs forlorn the shore
So begins the Golden Age of the Damned
Led by impious Death and necromantic tongues

In a graveyard of statues with open wounds
Wild winds sing in chora for the great apocalypse...

This is the end of the pathetic reign of Man

So begins the Golden Age of the Damned

This is the end of the pathetic reign of Man.