1. PRAYERS TO THE REAPER

Nightmares of lusts perversion,
So languid,
Yet fragile, this torture never felt so fucking right.
Dreams of violence,
Screams of sodomy and war,
If hate brings you to me, what the fuck is love good for?
I’ve shed 1 000 tears but can’t escape my midnight fright,
And as I fall unto my knees,
Bloody visions cloud my sight,
I plea, please
…By our side…

We are your holy lazars,
Of the bleeding kith and kin,
Relinquished to all that it is,
Your wraiths cascade to the grounds in ire.

This prayer…for our purest disease…
The shit, within realms of the living sin.
This prayer… saturated with venom…
Oh fallen lord, bestow us atrophy!

And the moaning of stygian angels,
Sing hymns to your hallowed praise.
A blood tainted execution,
Death’s enrichments reach the cryptic dream.
Deceive the weakness that is your fucking man,
…Your prayers exalted
My conduct delivered,
Licked by undying flames…


2. AS THE CROW TAKES FLIGHT

Revenge,
For you my earth-born familiars,
Of the scorpion, and the serpent….
Lashed by angels of fire,
Cometh to me on all fours…
These…Cripplers….
These…Whores….

And may the Devil’s will wing us to rest,
Where your plights of filth and pain won’t touch us.
When rain pours from the sky,
Black winds scream though night,
For that’s when the crow quietly takes flight.

Avenge for you my earth born familiars,
Burned by the flesh,
Seduced by the serpent,
Stung by the scorpion,
The crow ……
Drifts into our. departed depths.


3. LAST DARK STEP

For the glory of faulty realms,
Our failing spirits fall first,
Ablaze…Into his shining world…

Send your fallen messenger to me,
…And all whose knees have not bowed down to him,
…And all whose mouths have not kissed him,
Embrace us with devastation.

…. Because your heart lifted up and you have said I am a god,
I sit in the seat of a god in the midst of the seas,
Yet you are a created being and not the almighty…
And he is impious in his arrogance which is in him…

For the misery in my decanted blood,
Far from forgiveness,
Erased from existence,
I shall bleed the grounds!
Of my own will,
Of my own accord…
…The remnants of flesh
my cure.

…Yet cursed is the one who trusts in man
And depends on flesh for his strength,
And whose heart turns from the Lord…
Impetuous in his arrogance which is in him…

…. Because your heart lifted up and you have said I am a god,
I sit in the seat of a god in the midst of the seas,
Yet you are a created being and not the almighty…
And he is impious in his arrogance which is in him…

Alone are we in this prosperity,
Past these last dark steps,