Melting into the crowd, the basaclica
the bells of Rome proclaming
in the mid-day heat

"Hosanna! Holy Father! Benedictus!"
the face of a man who never considered an angel...

Sint mihi dei acherontis propitii, valeat
numen triplex Jehovae
May the gods of acheron look with favour upon me
away with the spirit of the three fold Jehovah

A sleep like the ages,
a sleep like death,
like gog and magog,
blood flowing like dreams

Black stole and black chasuble. black cope
Angelic perfection
Perfect pope murder

Pre-sanctification
Hell. God. Devil. Amen. Hey.

A sleep like the ages,
A sleep like death,
Like gog and magog,
Blood flowing like dreams

Pre-sanctification
Hell. God. Devil. Amen. Hey.

Hereupon, I defy God and his Christ,
The angels of heaven,
Rejecting all that lives in gods name

Death is meaningless, pain is endless
Satanic succubus

Profane, deranged
We descend into the catacombs...

Cold eyes, full of steppes
And wolves and snow
Grey eyes, lifeless sight
Poison of God
Kether, Chokmah, Binah
The nightmare pulse exposed
My ego dissipating
The great abyss absolves
My sybaritic mind
"I feel the unclean adoring me!"
I sense the collapse of reason within me
Nothingness, emptiness
Unbecoming, un-being
The disunion of the reflection
Decomposition
Manifest Mephistopheles
Manifest...
Shadow face in the image of God
In the body of Christ
Midnight Angelus
"Who is the damned?
Who is the saved?"
Depart thou cursed faceless one
Dark allure, different voices
But the same song
The succubae sing for me
Kether, Chokmah, Binah

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And it is the thrash of limbs, in my bed
That keeps me from sleep, if I could sleep
It is the musky scent of their sex
Bodies intertwined, that beckon me
With identical smiles, they said nothing
But unsistely kisses
In the torchlight, in the halflight
I listen to them come

"Oh, Marguerite, we'll have to submit to his will..."
"We'll have to submit..."

Beckoning me, seducing me
Hand in hand, body on body
Moist to the touch
The sweat soaked back that writhes in my hands
The bottomless eyes, cold grey eyes
That stare as I come

And the rasping, ragged breaths and
The entanglement of limbs
Trace the bead of perspiration
That hypnotises, mesmerises
I inhale the sweetness of
The innocence that I destroy
My shadow rises and falls
To the dance of the torchlight

Pleasure - delight - domination - damnation

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Murder, engineer death and evil
Mentor/tormentor
Spiritual rapist
Divine predator
Beguiling Zulieka
I must take her in hand
The leptosome nymphet
Demands discipline
Capricious and lissome
Macromastic and dark
The taste of her cunt
Almost makes me feel pure
Be unto me, resplendent sin
Appease this disease
Insatiable Satan
Olam ha Nekudoth
Insatiable master, Satan
Blood of Christ
Necronomicon
Blood of Christ
Many realities unfold
Betwixt a rich fruit of locusts
Shade and substance twists
I could almost believe in Allah
For your sake, Zulieka
"Be unto me, Devil
Be unto me..."

Lucifer, Ouyar, Chameron
Aliseon, Mandousin, Premy
Oriet, Neydrus, Esmony
Eparinesot, Estiot, Dumosson
Danochar, Casmiel, Hayras
Fabeleronthon, Sordinon
Peatham, Come, Lucifer...

Washing the incense
And blood from my eyes
The absurdities from my mind
Bells pealing, aspersions
I fell asleep thinking of angels
My name shall be reviled
Unto the end of the world
To the last generations
Of the songs of women
Abdiel, Gabriel
Pre-figure and merge
Uriel, Abaddon
Heralding a haven of hope
And Helen was screaming
Amidst chaos and candles
Blinded by blood
We behold the sophia
The Magus, he kneels
To kiss the abbots ring
A scream of silence pours forth
From her red lips
Her arms outstretched
Into a crucifix
With aspect of a woman and man
Shedding hair and gown
Adoring the perfect Sophia
Prostrate before the icon twisted
Sabellicus worships the deviant
Spurious seraph
Sophistry, treachery
Obscene architect of dark artifice
Shivering and dancing in the breeze
The mirrors catch the sun...

Beauty is a virgins pinch
Beauty is blasphemy
Beauty is a sick rose
Beauty is truth
Lips always cool
Thin, hard tongue
Beauty is the beginning of terror
Beauty is a circle
She likes me to stand
While she sucks me
I searched all over the abbey
Justine now gone
Her soul free, to be
Distinct in my mind
As i see you
Disencumber skin of darkness
Bleeding into
The structure
Essence of unholy form
To kill the persona
To supress the lies of mind
The opinion is distortion
In perfection of void
Destroy false self
"Thus does your master
Cure the bind, crucified?"