1. THE WHISPER OF STONE PT. 1

The whisper of stone. manacled to the bathed winter Twilight, the brooks empty peerles sighs, charred human Flesh I embrace nothingness


2. THE WHISPER OF STONE PT. 2

I grasp the branches saoked in samaels breath
Swelling winds kiss my spirits naked wounds
Kneeling I force parted bones to rend me abject solace
Gliding past the edges given of hagiths adorned shroud.

I wed the nestled drink, cupped in satan's mighty hand
Now dimmed my eyes behold my master
Dressed you are my father in noetic monoliths
In your kingdom I shall burn for you with eternity.

The whsiper of stone the pre-dawn mist
Melts the present daybreak with this dying breath
I bless my----self with death
The origin, the endless stream which cures.

I purify my luciferian soul
With suicide for satan father
Master, my divine master

Through the whisper of stone anew this spirit rises to Satan
Through the whisper of stone
Hellish ways are my philosophy


3. AUGURY

Waking moon terraced stones of slaughter.
Crying under bewitched hailed skies
Heralding solstice diseased art.
Derived in eulogized graves

Blessed depraver rain down upon the rotting trees
I taste the demonolatry devil worship inspired
Lamenting upon the blood of saturn
My flesh smiles as my body burns.

Between the burning hands of satan
Splits the lining-salvation circumvents the side
Correlating the bending dusk, knelling before alocfers form
Straitions surround the cleft of the torn one
All sight falls in the mist of cheitiens breath.

Praise satan
Destroy me, consume me, envelope me
bless my soul with death
Keeper of shadows
Kissing death, kissing death, kissing death
Praise satan, satan, satan, praise!!!!!

Impale me to the thorns painted in agony
Open wide suicide fountains
Augury sin drips across the cloven walls.
As these temples dim in thammuz's glow.


4. APERTURES OF THE ABYSS

Dreams wake against dead passion
Dirge hangs her head upon the balcony
Blood hold's hte poison gently, lateling her moans into Soft oak
Advent kneels, streched, thirsting for its peace

"This will be the last time tears will whisper
Crawling softly beneath fleshy shackles."

Tarnished vats filled with beatings
Naked bodies shake by the wheels that turn
Spirits levitate past the gated wall-embellished in Satanic prayer
Hear the forms beat their skulls against the wall.
I hear them descend into a kingdom of sin.

Apertures of the abyss
Mournful silence groans-licking against my ears.
From the panting of mutilated limbs

Crucified chills, beseech in whirlwinds of slaughter
Grey angels, soaked in the planks of cypress.
Embers glow in the limbs shifting in the pool.
Wrapped in the entrails of infants beaten against the Clever.

Gore and crimson lips saturate--- failing the broken hands
Lashed to the rope
Apertures of the abyss.