1. THE BOOK OF LIES

Daggers held aloft
Above the heart of earth underneath
Thought is disease
Depraved and debauched
To beget is to die
The broken manifests light
Cast the seed into the field of night

Nature is cruel
Existence is eternal warfare

The swollen mask mutters an atheist’s prayers
Sleep with faith and wake a corpse
Slaves of reason
Blind under the dominion of reason
In the coffin of our hopes
Death still lurks
Sealed in the tomb of the slain

Nature is cruel
Existence is eternal warfare

To each his own:

I do not like your dark church!
I prefer the bright shining sun!
And my own women are a thousand times more dear to me
Than your painted madonna.

And the son that my wife has given me
Is a thousand times more dear to me
Than your gilded crucifix,
With contorted arms and legs.

Overall, I do not like what is alien to this world
What is cold, wilted and lifeless.
I love life, and joy and light
And the blood, surging and red.


2. THE SEVENTH GATE

This extinction
Poised at sunset
Hark as we approach
This the final gate
Slaughtered in plague
And Infection
Poised to collapse
Breathe this poison

Wither in this dusk
Malign collapse
We usher in malevolence
Locust swarm

The moon becomes as blood
And eclipses the sun
We draw blades
And sound the horns
Drenched in murder
We open the gates
On this final day

Wolves howl
Man engulfed in flames
Vultures descend
Black scorched violence

Filth scream vomiting