Inspiring men to envy
Murder and vanity
Nurturing conceit an pride
Hollow inside but dreaming
I curse this world
That it should keep turning
I curse this God
Who decrees that I should die
I will give you Hell
Avail the sins of the past
I curse this God
I will give you Hell?
That it should keep turning
After I have passed away?
Do you recognise me?
As I wake you from your sleep
Open your eyes?
Do you recognise me?
Nymphets demand coition
Aching for penetration
On this solstice night
A catastrophic cadence
Nymphets demand coition
Aching for penetration?

Venerate her under many names
As a pagan mystic rose
Perfect prostitute priestess
Face dripping with the semen of many
Initiatrix to the great work, devoted Isis
Without OsirisDemeaned and demonized by God
A God so full of self hate
Futile hate
He loathes even his best creation
So full of hate,
Full of self hate
Superior sub-rosa
SophiaSucking the anointed at the temple
Fucking the Baptist by candle
In the trance of Horasis Goddess soul carved in rock
Heavenly hymns hewn in stone?
Mary, I am lost without you?
Raising arms to the head
To the head of the bed
Breasts rise across her ribcage
Shooting thick white debris All over her face and hair?
I have no place in this World without you?

Nothing could save the Baptist
Not cross, nor altar, nor crucifix
Old time lays waste the spirit
Without condoning or condemning
A complex sense of purpose
For those eyes to see?
this town is afraid of me?
Walking freely among the enemy
The Baptists lack of inner capacity
Philosophical sagacity
It is not seen as a defect
But as a sign of strength
A sign of strength?
I shall lay my hands upon you feel my hands touch you?
As if the eyes of the blind come open
Here is the servant
In whom my soul delights
Ancient sadness of desert sands
An unending hymn of praise
To the Sanhedring of Sheol
Everything is real
Everything dies?
I shall lay my hands upon you feel my hands touch, touching you?
Here's the one in who my soul delights
Close enough to touch yet out of reach
Everything is real
Everything dies?
Close enough to touch you?

I give you my hands to your work
I give you my eyes to see as you do
I give you my tongue
To speak your words
I give you my mind
That you may think in me...
But it is not the face of Leviathan Staring back from the mirror
Elusive serpent with eyes of the dawn
It is not the Luciferi that kisses
The tips of her fingers
Shining one among stones of fire
It is not the whisper from BelialI shall exercise my right to be hateful
Cleanse this tired mind
Protect this fragile mind
For it falls upon me
To break the seventh seal
To break the seventh seal
I give you my hands to do your work
I give you my mind
That you may think in me...

Believe in everything and nothing
My lushest of orchids
To scratch beneath the veneer
To see beneath the surface
Singular rose with a secretive smile
Calonice, green eyes aflame
To scratch beneath the veneer
To see beneath the surface
Somewhere in between
The idea and the action
Everything is real

Dissolving in darkness
And autumnal embers
Wormwood and salt as pain
The goat that walks as a man
To whom the debt must be paid
Willingly or unwillingly
To whom the debt must be paid
"I lay drowning in the Euphrates
When history was young
Sinking amongst sephira
Perfect portrait in perpetuity
Of human war without end
"Buxom Calonice, Green eyes aflame
Irresistible breasts
Cumbersome, imposing I lay drowning in the Euphrates
When history was young
Amongst sephira

If I could catch a glimpse
Of your grand design
I'd see the truth and he repelled
Through your façade I see your putrid lies
But grace you not with my disdain
Arrogance betrays you
Your weakness on your sleeve
I force myself up through the mire
To you my loves
This is intractable
I'll play my hand and always win
Always...As the morning star
Who fell into the dance
I know my anger shall prevail
I always win!
Win!
Your cards on the table
No chance! I always win
My anger will always prevail
I always win
And I always will

Exact, total circle
Without defect
Perennial cycle
As Solomon?s temple
Percipient plane
Panacea to proportion
Suck on the breast of an Angel
Kiss perfect scars
Spread lips wide apart
Sweat cools and dries
Set not much faith in the crucifix
Holy man
A faith too young
Suck on the breast
The breast of an Angel
Her sweat, sweat cools and dries

Suck on the breast of an Angel
Kiss perfect scars
Spread lips wide apart

At the threshold of the dark
Whispering adoration
Like the breath of a lover Longevity
Even though we know life is perfected by death
Longevity

Potent priapic protrusion
Thick black crescent of semen
Anoint the female devoted
Swollen breasts dripping
Coated tongues
Insatiable dark angels
Naked ecstatic
Celebrate Satan In every eager orifice
Slick wet orifice Insatiable dark angels
Celebrate Satan!
Within this pentagram of blood'His is the voice of truth,The voice of reason...'

A moment when reason
Has gone astray
Suspended by threads
That begin to fray
What I've seen I can't forget
Yet the World keeps turning
Am I left without regret
An eye for an eye
Hollowed by apathy
Weakened will
Emotional mendicants
Blood to spill
It is folly to accept
These deeds unchanging
When it's your turn to reflect
You'll too late realise
A moment when reason
Has gone astray
Suspended by threads
That begin to fray