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A Gothic/Dark Szubkultúra Kialakulása
Anne Rice: Vámpírkrónikák
Anne Rice: Új Vámpírtörténetek
Anne Rice: A Mayfair Boszorkányok Élete
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Anne Rice: ...Egyéb...
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2002
1. Intro - The Ceremony Opens[no lyrics]2. Lord AbortionI was born with a birthmark of cindersDebris cast from the stars and MotherA ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the watersOf life that ran slick from the stabwounds in HerDub Me Lord Abortion, the living deadThe bonesaw on the backseatOn this bitter night of giving headA sharp rear entry, an exit in redLump in the throat, on my come chokeThe killing joke worn thin with breathI grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blueKeepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty throughAah! Nostalgia growsNow times nine or tenWithin this vice den called a soulDying resurrectionI dig deep to come againThe spasm of orgasm on a roll...I live the slow serrated rapeThe bucks fizz of amyl nitrateVictims force fed thair own faceTear stains upon the drapeI should compare themTo a warm Summer's dayBut to the letter, it is betterTo lichen their names to a graveCounting My years on an abacus strungWith labial rings and heartstrings undoneDub Me Lord Abortion, the living deadThe bonesaw on the backseatOn this bitter night of giving headA sharp rear entry, an exit in redLump in the throat, on My come chokeThe killing joke worn thin with breathHorrorscopes My dioramaA twelve part (so far) psychodramaAnother chained I mean to harm HerInside as well as outA perverts gasp inside the maskI'm hard, blow My house of cardsAll turn up Death, Her bleeding startsIn brute vermillion parts...Now I slither through the hairline cracksIn sanity, best watch your backPossessed with levering Hell's gates wideLiberating knives to cut Humanity slackMy ambition is to slay anonA sinner in the hands of a dirty GodWho lets Me prey, a Gilles De RaisOf light where faith leads truth astrayI slit guts guts and free the moistest faccesCorrupt the corpse and seize the choicest piecesHer alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grinVaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within"My heart was a wardrum beatBy jugular cults in eerie jungle vaultsWhen number thirteen fell in My lapLips and skin like sin, a Venus MantrapMy appetite whetted, storm crows wheeledAt the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilledWhors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her intoA grave coffin fit for the Queen of SpadesShe went out like the light in My mindHer face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucksCame from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touchI kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiouslyBut when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I doAah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."The suspect shadow sher they leastExpect My burning grasp to reachThe stranglehold, the opened armsSeeking sweet meat with no holes barredRainbows that My razors wrungMidst Her screams and seams undoneSung at the top of punctured lungsI bite My spiteful tongueLest curses spat from primal lairsFreeze romance where Angels, bareAre lost to love, bloodloss, despairI weep, they merely stare...And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare3. Ebony Dressed For Sunset["The Life of all Flesh Is The Blood" - Leviticus 17:14]["Those who Trespass against us, Beware the Shadows of Dusk"]Unshadow thyselves childrenThe reign in flesh begins again...V empireFunereal majesty awakeCneajna wreathed in snakeDraconis talons rake...So haunted is my silent heartDreaming only of the moonWhen velvet darkness falls tonightThe thirst crescends anew...Only for youInspired to mortal nightmareEbony dressed for sunsetIn the dulcet whispers of the damned...4. The Forest Whispers My NameBlack candles dance to an overtureBut I am drawn past their flickering lureTo the breathing forest that surrounds the roomWhere the vigilant trees push out of the wombI sip the blood-red wineMy thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of timeFrom knowledge drunk from the fountain of lifeFrom Chaos born out of love and the scytheThe forest beckons with her nocturnal callTo pull me close amid the baying of wolvesWhere the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scornIn the dank, odiferous earthWe embrace like two lovers at deathA monument to the trapping of breathAs restriction is bled from the veins in my neckTo drop roses on my marbled breastI lust for the wind and the flurry of leavesAnd the perfume of flesh on the murderous breezeTo learn from the dark and the voices betweenThis is my will...The forest whispers my name... again and againI walk the pathTo the land of the Dark ImmortalsWhere the hungry ones will carry my soulAs the wild hunt careers through the boughsCome to me, my Pale EnchantressIn the moon of the woods we kissArtemis be near meIn the arms of the ancient oakWhere daylight hangs by a lunar nooseAnd the horned, hidden one is re-invokedDark fairy-tales in Palestine,Symbols and signs to know us byThe principle of EvilEvolution has been recalledBeneath the spread of a Magickal AeonI stand enthralled...In the whispering forest5. Cthulhu DawnCthulhu dawnSpatter the starsDouse their luminosityWith our amniotic retchPromulgating the birthOf another Hell on EarthShadows gather poisoned henna for the fleshA necrotic cattle brandThe hissing downfall pentagramCarven deep upon the church doors of the damnedBut no Passover is plannedA great renewal growls at handAnd only when they're runningWill they come to understand...So ends the pitiful reign of ManWhen the moon exhalesBehind a veilOf widowhood and cloudsOn a Biblical scaleWe raise the stakesTo silhouette the impaledCrowds...Within this kissed disembowel arenaA broken seal on an ancient curseUnleashes beasts from the seismic breachWith lightning reach and genocidal thirstMountains of archaos theoriesIn collision as at planetary dawnApocalypse's razorbacksBeat wings on glass as thunder cracksUnfurled across a world hurled to the blackCthulhu dawnShatter the glass houseWherein spirits breathe outHalitosis of the soulFrom a recking abscessPlague of far righteousnessAll fates hang in the balanceMocking crucified dollsAn inquisition outsWhen the Sun goes out our powersWill extend throughout Heaven like AsphodelAs they have for countless lustrumIn dark Midian accustonedTo burning effigies of our enemies wellSo begins the sibilant world Death knell...When a corpse wind howlsAnd awakes from drowseThe scheming dead freedOf gossamer shroudsWe gorgonise eyesOf the storm arousedRed...Blinding timeAll lines dine on this instanceA melting spool of beggar, negative framesThe skies teem alive, to watch dieMankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves...Cthulhu dawn6. Dusk And Her EmbraceWhen the sun has wept upon the waveless lakeAnd the mists steal in with easeCovened wolves are their eerie dissonant napesIn adoration of the moon and thee"They call as I to thee...."And I will come, as if in dreamMy languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian QueenOf vengeful, ancient breedGilded with the pelts of many enemiesErishkigal, raven-hairedThy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despairI can taste thy scent by candlelightLegs of porcelain traced and laced to their lairAppease the beast on spattered sheetsDyed unearthly red as sobriety weepsNocternity....She shall come for meA black velvet painting sprung to elegant lifeLike a poignant Madonna perverted to nightAnd I have ridden from the westerning lightTo expend my lustTear away the funereal dressKnow that I will escape from my deathSurrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caressLo! The pale moonlightWeaves a poetic spell of vital death and declineOf mist and moth and the hunger insideKisses took to fever and the fever, demise"Through twilight, darkness and moonriseMy scarlet tears will runAs stolen blood and whispered loveOf fantasies undone"Countess swathed in ebonyAnd snow-white balletic graceRouge-filmed lips procure the wishFor lust and her disgraceDusk and her embraceWe shall flit through the shadowsLike a dream of (were)wolves in the snowUnder deadly nightshadeStill warmed with the kill's afterglowBeneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me(Beneath the stars taste the death in me)Bequeath to me thy fiery kissTo sever thin mortalityElizabethMy heart is thineThy fragrant words Warm within like wine...."Let me come to theeWith eyes like AsphodelMoon-glancing, loose desires freeTo writhe under my spell"Ereshkigal, raven-hairedThy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despairI know thy scent by candlelightImmortal flesh I yearn to shareAppease the beast on spattered sheetsDyed malefic red as sobriety weepsNocternityShe shall come for me....Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubusHow the full embosomed fogImparts the night to us....7. The Principle Of Evil Made FleshFrom the primeval massLet precious chaos ventSacred flesh drenched in fornicationBeloved by SetMay the winds gather her togetherFrom the secrets of menAfter thousands of years of terrifying silenceShe comes again(All Destroyer)The abolition of the yeshua begins...Shattered are the icons of the worthlessThe Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie bornScattered are the wings of the virulent holyLeave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogsWorld without endCherish the lissome wants of pernicious evilDusk in her eyesTorn bloody weeping skiesDarkness will hasten to devourAnd the weak will flee or dieSie sind es die sichAnderlieb festhaltenFuer immer betend auf knienVor der (finisteren) goettenI slay the lamb in the fervour of thineAbandonment unto Our LadyWith a quenchless thirst for the infiniteFor Her that exists beyond all knowledgeStorming from tired centuriesUnder the glare of a waxing death-moonTerrible beauty of love severedRip the baby from the virginal wombThe blood of JesusIs the wine of the deadAnd the drunken angelsBleed with incestThe Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breastsAnd yield the swords that sever and stainThere will be no act or passion wroughtThat shall not be attributed to Her namesTo the name of Baphomet...Artemis, Bastet, AstarteI yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising"Weltmacht oder Niedergang"8. Cruelty Brought Thee OrchidsHear Me now!All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow...Maleficent in dusky roseGathered satin lapped Her breastsLike blood upon the snowA tourniquet of TopazGlistened at Her throatAwakening, pulled from the tombHer spirit freed eclipsed the moonThat She outshone as a fallen starA regal ornament from a far flung nebularHer likeness hung in the black galleryCommanding uneaseDemanding of Death to breathe...Midst the whirl and daylight faunaOf society at courtElizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applauseThough Her torchlit shadowThrown upon damp cellar wallsGreeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralledThirteen Winter solstices had shownHer path, that the darkHad marked its dominionSpaying the confessorWhose caresses she'd known,As whipcord in the House of DogHer cold cunt meat on holy boneRaped of faith, She now embracedThe narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's faceWith this disdain, inside these veins(Highborn wanton that She was)She sought to keep what age would claimHer soul was sold and for this tollReeking pyres ever smoulderedOn the whims of one so in controlElizabeth, mysterious.Cruelty brought thee orchidsFrom the bowels of the abyssOnce upon atrocity when midwitches stifled criesAnd carved abortive runes in reddened wombsExhumed by scrying eyesMadness came uponHer like an amourous lover's seedLifesblood splashed upon Her skinIn gouts torture unleashedAnd to Her dead reflectionTwas as if Her pallor gleamedLike an angel's warmed by candlesWhere erotic stains had cleavedSo demons dragged this libertineLusts screaming for releaseUpon the flesh of maidens preenedAs canvas for capriceExacting obeisanceHer gaze held a seanceOf spirits too trapped under glass to communeA sleeter mistress than LunaWhose threats to consume HerMet with torments giving vent to Her swoonFlat on Her backPack-prey for the reamsOf verses and cursesThat haunted Her dreamsMidnightmare chimedThirteen in Her mindA disciple of scarsBranded years hissed behindRidden split-thighedBy the Father of liesAn ovation of wolvesBlushed the skies as they writhedBut Heaven is never foreverShe came, a spent stormFrom the clouds...Leaving serpents in officeInside every gateTo lick righteous holesBlinding Lords to the fateOf virgins forced nakedTo defile on rent kneesHacked and racked backwardsMenses choking their pleas"More. Whore. More.Twitching make me wet with theeCarcass rub me raw"9. Her Ghost In The Fog"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portraitSoft winds whisper the bidding of treesAs this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heartAnd the Midnightmare trampling of dreamsBut oh, no tears pleaseFear and pain may accompany DeathBut it is desire that shepherds it's certaintyAs We shall see..."She was divinity's creatureThat kissed in cold mirrorsA Queen of SnosFar beyond compareLips attuned to symmetrySought Her everywhereDark liqoured eyesAn Arabian nightmare...She shone on watercoloursOf my pondlife as pearlUntil those who couldn't have HerCut Her free of this WorldThat fateful Eve when...The trees stank of sunset and camphorTheir lanterns chased phantoms and threwAn inquisitive glance, like the shadows they castOn my love picking rue by the light of the moonPutting reason to flightOr to death as their wayThey crept through woods mesmerizedBy the taffeta LeyOf Her hips that held swayOver all they surveyedSave a mist on the rise(A deadly blessing to hide)Her ghost in the fogThey raped left...(Five men of God)...Her ghost in the fogDawn discovered Her thereBeneath the Cedar's stareSilk dress torn, Her raven hairFlown to gown Her beauty baredWas starred with frost, I knew Her lostI wept 'til tears crept back to prayerShe'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood"Never to partLest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"Then this I screamed:"Come back to Me forI was born in love with theeSo why should fate stand inbetween?"And as I drowned Her gentle curvesWith dreams unsaid and final wordsI espied a gleam trodden to earthThe Church bell tower key...The village mourned her by the byFor She'd been a witchTheir Men had longed to tryAnd I broke under Christ seeking guilty signsMy tortured soul on iceA Queen of snowFar beyond compareLips attuned to symmetrySought Her everywhereTrappistine eyesAn Arabian nightmare...She was Ersulie possessedOf a milky white skinMy porcelain YinA graceful Angel of SinAnd so for Her...The breeze stank of sunset and camphorMy lantern chased Her phantom and blewTheir Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a painBest reserved for judgement that their bible construed...Putting reason to flightOr to flame unashamedI swept form criesMesmerizedBy the taffeta LeyOr Her hips that held swayOver all those at baySave a mist on the riseA final blessing to hideHer ghost in the fogAnd I embracedWhere lovers rot...Her ghost in the fogHer ghost in the fog10. Summer Dying FastThrough acrid clouds of summer fliesThe garden swells with a thousand more wiseForever flung to celestial dreamsClawing at the grave of the dead nazareneI watch the storm approachingThe darkness calls my nameThe trees are growing restlessThey feel the season changeTheir fruit has putrifiedForbidden once and bound to dieThe thread of life lies severedOn the brink of paradiseGrinning winds of hate unfurledDash towers tall that grip the sunTalons stretch her veilReclamation, our time has come...Autumn spreads its golden wingsAnd lays the path for those unseenA tangled web of evil spun at last...Winter spawn from barren thighsTo readdress, to slay the blindAnd throw the reins untethered to the skiesThey pray to the full moon risingDiana moving with such infinite graceWrapped alone in a blanket of nightfallHow many secrets can they read by your face?Will they know of majestyOf beauty held in dream-dead sleepAnd scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?Will their "god" of bridled loveAssuage our rule from planes aboveOr shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?WAR!Wrest askew the nailsThat have held you, lurking deepSeptember prayers are waningBurn the shrines of fettered sheepSpearhead the insurrectionOf a world that seeks no end"We are what we are, what we shall be, again..."Appear; draped in terrorTo the comfort of your kinStain the milky sunset redAnd let the other in...Summer's dying...11. Interlude - Creatures That Kissed In Cold Mirrors[no lyrics]12. From The Cradle To EnslaveTwo thousand fattened years like maniacsHave despoiled our common graveNow what necrophagous Second Coming backsFrom the cradle to enslave?Sickle constellationsStud the belts that welt the skyWhilst the bitter winter moonProwls the cloud, dead-eyedLike shifting parent fleshUnder silk matricide...Watchful as she was upon EdenWhere every rose arbour and orchard she sweptHid the hissing of a serpent LibidoIn an ancient tryst with catastropheSoon the be keptHear that hissing now on the breezeAs through the plundered groves of the carnal gardenA fresh horror blows but ten billion soulsAre blind to see the rotting wood for the treesThis is the theme to a better ArmageddonNightchords rake the heavensPAN DAEMON AEAONAnd what use are prayers to that god?As devils bay concensus for the space to pissOn your smouldering faithAnd the mouldering faceOf this world long a paradise lostThis is the end of everythingHear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bringDanse macabre 'neath the tilt of the zodiacNow brighter stars shall reflect on our fateWhat sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black?The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back...I see the serpentine in your eyesThe nature of the beast as revelations arriveOur screams shall trail to AngelsFor those damned in flames repayAll sinners lose their lot on Judgement DayWe should have cut our looses as at CalvaryBut our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain beliefSalvation, like a promised nationGleamed a claim away...This is the end of everything you have ever knownBuried like vanquished reasonDeath is seasonDrive like the drifting snowPeace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising warOn our knees or another f**ker's shoreHeiling new fleshRead, then roaredTo a crooked cross and a Holy CauseWhat else be whipped to frenzy for?This is the end of everythingRear the tragediesThat the Seraphim shall singOld adversariesNext to EveNow they're clawing backI smell their cummingAs through webbed panes of meatLed by hoary DeathThey never leftDreaming sodomiesTo impress on human failureWhen we've bled upon our kneesTablatures of gravel lawShall see Gehennah pavedWhen empires fallAnd nightmares crawlFrom the cradle to enslave....This is the end of everything13. Queen Of Winter, ThronedEven a man who is pure in the heartAnd speaks in prayer by nightMay become a wolf when the wolf's bane bloomsAnd the winter moon is bright"Listen to themThe children of the nightWhat sweet music they makeIniquitousI share Carmilla's maskA gaunt mephitic voyeurOn the black side of the glassPeering through the mirrorDeep dark and ominousConsorting themes, demons I weaveSubservience from thee to lostI am Corinthian lightA snake in flowers by nightThe last temptation of christEvil in mortal...Disguise the guiltSharp-eyed, impassive whoreBurn the asafoetidaAnd rank petriachorLure me panthered FaustiaWith cunt and veiled wombTo prowl thy inner sanctum wallsIn Tirgoviste to resumeControlSeduction, my obsessive artA pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the starsLike thistled ruin, garbed around thy heartBacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passedLeaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms'Midst dreams od robed redemption versed in sexual aftermathWhen we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwinedAnd orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind(Purge)Fires work in meA lithe supremacyI tear asunder heaven as I would all enemiesImpaler LordFlesh upon the swordMy lower lusts are sated, the greater herald warI am thirst, spearheaded hungerSacrament and painNails raked in savageryWhen the cruel Countessa cameExalt!The Queen of death-white winter enthronedEvil resplendent, in dusk red seething skiesFoam-flecked nightmares drag a moonOf Draconian designA love that never diesNefarious silhouettes to riseWhen stars fall paleAnd to drown back in Her eyesIs to madden ghosts withinTo unhinge a thousand sinsFrom Death's dark vale"Blessed be these spells of winterUnto us that wait with patience inThis secret gardenTo storm our way into anotherAs yes undone"(Surge)Desert claims EdenAnd HyperboreanVisions of Utopia are driven from the sunIconoclastBefore thee angels claspedIn nakedness their ochre fleshShall yield to thy advanceShe is all to meMysterious, aliveThe howling in the deep woodsWhen cold festal stars alignedA lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evilYesod vested in despotic upheavalSilvering wolves that scarlet forest snowForgotten ones ebter as above, so belowThe trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rentWhen the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascendFrom Sheol's dank haunted wildernessThy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers,deadQueen of Winter, thronedThe murderess lurked in vulgar caressesVestal masturbation(Purity) OverthrownDarknessIn raven feathered dressSides with Death at chessTheir pawns are many and the enemyPowerlessWhen the miscreants fell deadShe took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the nightAnd the bestial floor shook with terrible lifeI rise before thee QueenTo feed our lusts on the blood of the weakTo rule heaven and worlds crawling beneathSatanic Tyranny14. Born In A Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix)Sibilant and macabreWalpurgis sauntered inSkies litten with five-pointed starsThe work of crafts surpassing sinAs She graced Her window ledge- An orphaned gypsy nymphThis issue of the forest's bedSkin flushed with sipped absinthe -Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peakTried once concealing HellA snow white line of divine freaksIn riot, where they fell...The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delightFor seven days and seven festival nightsWhat wicked wonders lie within the comfinesOf the panther's denShe watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongueThe restless spirit of Christmas to comeA Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumbThan gingerbread menSpawned scorned, abhorred by the aerialShe was the light of the world going downWar-torn, forlorn and malarialShe was foundBorn in a burial gownUnloosed, the chain of Her god-given crossSeduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her reposeIn a carnival of souls sold and similarly lostToo many decades misfit and mislaidIn innocence, a tender legend of preyParades Her second coming, now they're running afraidSpawned scorned, abhorred by the aerialShe was the light of the world going downWar-torn, forlorn and malarialShe was foundBorn in a burial gownNow She moves with a predator's guileBeyond the firelit circle of lifeShe soothes your cold heart for a whileThen matches its beat, synching in with a knifeShe wrestles Her dreams with a delicate caseEspied by Her cross on the wallAnd should She awake, through embrace or mistakeShe would take JesusBless foot forward and all...Sibiliant and at lastThe circus crawled awayWith another lover in its armsDancing on Her grave...15. No Time To Cry (Sisters Of No Mercy Mix)It's just a feelingI get sometimesA feelingSometimesAnd I get frightenedJust like youI get frightened tooBut it's...[CHORUS](No no no) No time for heartache(No no no) No time to run and hide(No no no) No time for breaking down(No no no) No time to crySometimes in the world as is you'veGot to shake the hand that feeds youIt's just like Adam saysIt's not so hard to understandIt's just like always coming down onJust like Jesus never came andWhat did you expect to findIt's just like always here again it's...[CHORUS]Everything will be alrightEverything will turn out fineSome nights I still can't sleepAnd the voices pass with timeAnd I keep[repeat]No time for tearsNo time to run and hideNo time to be afraid of fearI keep no time to cry[CHORUS]16. Funeral In Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording)Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette weddedNightfall take my handSeduce me with silky timbred limbsGrant me thy dark commandOver the peaks framing tapestriesOf thick forest, dusk has filledWith Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mistCreeping like violations from the shadows to killLucretiaIs my love in veinWhen thy tears bleed sweeterThank the midsummer rain?Bewinged, infested belfriesToll o'er the sobbing throngA writhe of lethargic, terrored nudesWhipped and welted neath the barbed windsong...(In saddean paradiseAncestral legacies linger on....)I am HeThe crowned and conquering darknessSatan robed in ecumenical filthLivid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylphThis wintry eve when the snow glistens deepAnd sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skiesI shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleepEnbroided by these words Malaresia scribed..."Beauty slept and angels weptFor Her immortal soulIn this response, all evil choseTo claim her for their very own"CarpathiaThe pleasured dead speak of herIn necromantic tongueWhen ambered daylights are doneMasterbating in their gravesOn her zenith to come...This catafalque night when awed stars reportTheir absence from the heavenly browCrippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courtsWhilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout"How the storm it fulfillsMy heart though unhealedCelestial knifes eboniedAnd wild woods thrillYet far fiercer stillHer lustre eviscerates me"CarpathiaPriapic lovers twist in concert with HerCovenants are struck, jagged lightning fellatesThe path towards the castle weary innocence takesI rule as Master hereWhere feral hordes impart my temperLove sank wounded when I, betrayedSaw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage"Usher the spite seething DraconistAnd commit this world to thy ancientsovereignty"Erunescent veil descendPsalmed sunset thus portendsAnd laid to rest, I now am blessedWith this darkness... Forever moreSupreme Vampiric Evil17. Deleted Scenes Of A Snuff Princess[no lyrics]18. Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo(n) Version)Sunset, expectThis to be your last with Our vast returnAs Death is setAt three sixes where hill-beacons burnDarkness, undressYour descending skirts yield a thirsting altarBlood-red, yet still unfedLips distend ending, time to falterWelcome, arms tied down crucified...The slaughterLightening freezes sevenOuttakes from the rape of the worldSins expelled from HeavenNow befoul from the bowels of HellWhere the tragic in theory and practice fellLast prayers, hang in the airEach unto their own rag and bonemeal savioursStrung where crippled vultures dareGolgothaCoughs another cross to grave God's failureOnce the forests spiredNurtured in Nature'heartNow dreat cedars feed the pyresNeed-fires lit for greater harmAs Her children toy with razorsSightless and deeply scarredAnd the moon arose to phase HerCracks a grin so wide it hides the starsAnd lights Our pathBack through the shattered glass(We come like drumming thunderTides enwreathed in scum and plunderKraken-teethed to tear asunderAll those too blind to see...)Where the tragic in theory and practice meetDeranged, uncagedWe rage like a plague through this age of greedSowers of discord, growing wars to reapA terrible crop to beat a vicious retreatScroched Earth, rebirthDisintered in the writhe of the lone survivorWhose worth is worse than the curseOf Sardonicus choking on his own salivaWho shares the last laugh nowDead wedded fates fulfil their vows?Foot in mounth of sacred cowsFacedown in dust and poisoned ground...19. Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording)Weak midnight promises of loveWere wept upon Her graveAnd shunned by stars aboveIn mortal life lurks my dismayAn Angel stole my heartAnd Death took Her awayShe sleeps beyond the grace of godA dreaming beautyIf wishes could only fray that bondThe dead would sing for me...Twelth moon arose with ghostly voiceA poet's serenadeHer name a whisper 'pon my lipsAnd lo, Rorasa cameFear me not my grieving KingFunereal in breathThe secrets of the dark I knowAnd thus, we shall cheat Death"My promises wrought though despondence that nightHave delivered me gifts from the graveRorasa enshadowed and eternal lifeNever a Devil so vainThe Angel is fallen, for I thought her lostAnd no heaven would silence the painTeach me these secrets, the sensual frostDesire for warm blood againPrincess lay down thy florid cheekIn drunken splendourTonight rare regal fate has castThe wolves among the sheepDark nature clasp my soulAround Her throat mine arms enfoldTo sleep, perchance to dreamAnd then...To dusk and flesh ascendThe Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skiesAnd wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abideFrom writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shoreThrough the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels warAs phantoms we have fled the basilisk of dayTo rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking preyWe rule like the red and risen moon upon the seaThe stars of judgement silent, for we share joyousEternityDamnationSalvationStigmata plagueThe wine of Bacchus flowsListen to the thunder rageDeceivers dragged before their crossI am He that vanquished DeathAnd bore the sting of lossWhat vulgar christ will unprise my grasp?His temple, ruined, burnsAnd sweet Rorasa laughsI am enamoured and imparadisedTo catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes"I will crush them allIf this holds thy delight"Rather dead forever than to lose herNymph-lascivious Aphrodite20. From The Cradle To Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix)Two thousand fattened years like maniacsHave despoiled our common graveNow what necrophagous Second Coming backsFrom the cradle to enslave?Sickle constellationsStud the belts that welt the skyWhilst the bitter winter moonProwls the cloud, dead-eyedLike shifting parent fleshUnder silk matricide...Watchful as she was upon EdenWhere every rose arbour and orchard she sweptHid the hissing of a serpent LibidoIn an ancient tryst with catastropheSoon the be keptHear that hissing now on the breezeAs through the plundered groves of the carnal gardenA fresh horror blows but ten billion soulsAre blind to see the rotting wood for the treesThis is the theme to a better ArmageddonNightchords rake the heavensPAN DAEMON AEAONAnd what use are prayers to that god?As devils bay concensus for the space to pissOn your smouldering faithAnd the mouldering faceOf this world long a paradise lostThis is the end of everythingHear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bringDanse macabre 'neath the tilt of the zodiacNow brighter stars shall reflect on our fateWhat sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black?The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back...I see the serpentine in your eyesThe nature of the beast as revelations arriveOur screams shall trail to AngelsFor those damned in flames repayAll sinners lose their lot on Judgement DayWe should have cut our looses as at CalvaryBut our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain beliefSalvation, like a promised nationGleamed a claim away...This is the end of everything you have ever knownBuried like vanquished reasonDeath is seasonDrive like the drifting snowPeace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising warOn our knees or another f**ker's shoreHeiling new fleshRead, then roaredTo a crooked cross and a Holy CauseWhat else be whipped to frenzy for?This is the end of everythingRear the tragediesThat the Seraphim shall singOld adversariesNext to EveNow they're clawing backI smell their cummingAs through webbed panes of meatLed by hoary DeathThey never leftDreaming sodomiesTo impress on human failureWhen we've bled upon our kneesTablatures of gravel lawShall see Gehennah pavedWhen empires fallAnd nightmares crawlFrom the cradle to enslave....This is the end of everything21. The Fire Still BurnsYou thought it was goneBut the fire goes onAnd I thought you knew meI told you before'Til I settle the scoreThat I'll never run freeI have enough pain and anger in my brainTo last many lifetimesYet still it grows, and the more that it showsI won't have peace of mindThe fire, the fire still burnsI have a dreamAnd as strange as it seemsThere's no embers glowingThe fire's gone out and there's no need to shout'Cause no anger's showingBut it's not true, nothing I ever doSeems to ease my furyGet out of my wayI'm the hangman todayAnd the judge and juryThe fire, the fire still burns
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2007. 02. 26.