1. CARNAL (V.666 VERSION)

I tasted the fever of Your existence
Seems like cold grain to my mouth
I stand aside, I stay away
Transmuting my quicksilver blood

KIA - that I may see
ZOS - that I may touch
Insipid are the describing words
The self needs no vulgar praise

This worship has no supplications
My rite is to live and do
Things naked, pure, of honest lust
The throbbing vortex feeds on it all

Sleep is the best of possible prayers
The winged eyes are blessed to see
Downtrodden deception of every pain
Transpierced hymens my lust adores

Many images yet one raw flesh
Animal steps I love to tread
An ideal point where Time is Space
Memory giant sores this journey must heal

Lady of Mourning and her monsters
Lay down the scythes for here I come
Joyful and priapic my baby soul
A new-born one, ten million years old


2. VICIOUS CIRCLE (V.666 VERSION)

Necromancer, the rites of dementia,
See what the death looks like,
Souls from the limbo, coming with eternal flames,
Arrive in circles of trembling hands.
No inferno but also no heavens,
No god on his golden throne,
Promised Eden turned into desert,
Empty space and dead remains.
Spectral mouth tells hopeless truth,
In unknown words massacring the mind,
There is nothing after life,
What we can imagine now and here.
Infinitely full of posthumous nothing,
Greed for immorality,
Is only despair now,
Caught in the waiting for nowhere,
Selling the souls for oblivions price,
"I must be immortal".
Nocturnal stagnancy as I burn my candles,
Sanity now dozes and waits for a day,
Nightmares in their real dimensions,
No hope now...
Soon I will die...
No inferno but also no heavens,
No god on his golden throne,
Promised Eden turned into desert,
Empty space and dead remains.