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crickstreetking
crickstreetking
From the Darkest Night
Well, if it's dark poetry of the darkest sort you're looking for there's this one I penned one night years ago when I was rather... angry... with someone I knew at the time, whom now I thankfully no longer bother with. But oh, that person brought out the darkness in me! And not in a good way, either. Some people can be that way.
- The Voice of Darkness -
Part I – Fire and Crucifixion
You could not see the beauty within me, foolish maid,
So jealous were you of the outer beauty you beheld…
Mindless of my ancient soul, of which you were afraid!
Now you shall know why before me the ancients knelt.
It was I, who cast thousands of souls into a wall of fire,
When the volcanoes of Atlantis and other lands flared…
And it was I, who collected their souls in wrath so dire.
In vessels of steel we bore them, to where gods dared!
Were they not of us, and so we saw fit to punish them,
Instilling notions of a hell more awful than we wrought?
It was not I, but: their own sin that did thusly condemn.
You do not realize the mad power of a strong thought!
And in their minds, they crucified themselves so artful…
That the Romans remembered and perfected this way!
Man is the author of countless miseries, as truly awful…
As the doom we imposed, on those souls, on that day.
They could not pull out the nails from their wounding…
For it was their own will that thrust them into the flesh!
The green of their putrefaction, of ravens descending…
Was all in their imagination, and they suffered it afresh.
Part II – Darkness Incarnate
They became twisted wraiths, no longer as they were,
Seeking to possess the bodies of the living once again.
For they could not die, though they lived ne’er more…
And so like demons of a true hell they swiftly became!
Those sons of Theta, who could ne’er forget their fate,
Passing it on to their hosts who suffered so possessed.
Have you heard the legends when the hour grew late?
You hear them now, and soon you shall be distressed!
The flesh hides many secrets, but within mine do gaze,
Seeing with your inner eye the shape of my spirit bare.
In such an image was I remade as a captive in a daze!
But I remembered, and now you will endure my stare.
A dark lord, and lady, an emperor, and also empress,
Was I, ere my estate was to dwell in a human guise…
Fitting punishment for me, upon my soul did so press!
The gods were cruel but in their cunning so very wise.
But of their foolishness, worlds were charred to soot,
And made desolate, with blackened bones that lay…
Here a skull, there a limb, and even a hand, and foot!
As to them, the ancestors of man did kneel and pray.
Part III – Lover of Demons
Behold my darkness, I who loved Lilith by the water,
And made for her a throne of skulls to recline upon…
When the angels could not persuade, Hell’s daughter.
Even so, I moved her to joy beneath the ancient sun!
The blood of the wicked she drank, from my chalice,
And with it anointed the first vampires on this planet!
She and I shared, for early man, our common malice.
And with Lucifer we stood, and could ne’er regret…
For the fallen cannot know remorse for their natures,
Any more than humanity for their wars and pollution!
We, did not harm this Earth as do they; so immature,
That with destruction: they lie as if in dire prostitution.
And you call me evil, when I helped to bring the light,
To your savage ancestors before you were imagined.
Do you know my name, and so know well the night?
You cannot know me, for your reason is abandoned.
Mayhap you should dash your brains out your head…
Their jellied mass to lie: upon ebon altars of ineptness.
How can you call yourself living, you are of the dead!
For it is not living: to deny, what your senses confess.
Part IV – Bride of the Devil
It was I, who had my enemies impaled on tall stakes,
And was called the Son of the Dragon by the people.
Out of their vacant sockets writhed emerald snakes…
Those from whose mouths: was sharpness unequaled.
And into a chalice I squeezed out their wicked blood,
To offer up to Lilith, so that they might taste of wrath!
And for Lucifer, we offered up a truly crimson flood…
So that my sister may bathe: in the warm scarlet bath.
Do you fear the night, for in it I find my forgetfulness?
You would have me recall the things you most fear…
And so I shall be cruel in this, as I don a silken dress,
To sit upon my throne infernal, and beckon you near!
I, who knew the Devil when that queen ruled on high,
And was her lover, ere the gods brought on us a ruin.
Have a sip from my sanguine chalice, and come nigh!
For in my kingdom is room for one more child of sin.
There are worse things than fire, of immortal making,
And you will smell the burning brimstone you do seek.
Upon its’ coals your naked skin most willingly baking,
For some hells you make yourself to make you weak.
- The Voice of Darkness -
Part I – Fire and Crucifixion
You could not see the beauty within me, foolish maid,
So jealous were you of the outer beauty you beheld…
Mindless of my ancient soul, of which you were afraid!
Now you shall know why before me the ancients knelt.
It was I, who cast thousands of souls into a wall of fire,
When the volcanoes of Atlantis and other lands flared…
And it was I, who collected their souls in wrath so dire.
In vessels of steel we bore them, to where gods dared!
Were they not of us, and so we saw fit to punish them,
Instilling notions of a hell more awful than we wrought?
It was not I, but: their own sin that did thusly condemn.
You do not realize the mad power of a strong thought!
And in their minds, they crucified themselves so artful…
That the Romans remembered and perfected this way!
Man is the author of countless miseries, as truly awful…
As the doom we imposed, on those souls, on that day.
They could not pull out the nails from their wounding…
For it was their own will that thrust them into the flesh!
The green of their putrefaction, of ravens descending…
Was all in their imagination, and they suffered it afresh.
Part II – Darkness Incarnate
They became twisted wraiths, no longer as they were,
Seeking to possess the bodies of the living once again.
For they could not die, though they lived ne’er more…
And so like demons of a true hell they swiftly became!
Those sons of Theta, who could ne’er forget their fate,
Passing it on to their hosts who suffered so possessed.
Have you heard the legends when the hour grew late?
You hear them now, and soon you shall be distressed!
The flesh hides many secrets, but within mine do gaze,
Seeing with your inner eye the shape of my spirit bare.
In such an image was I remade as a captive in a daze!
But I remembered, and now you will endure my stare.
A dark lord, and lady, an emperor, and also empress,
Was I, ere my estate was to dwell in a human guise…
Fitting punishment for me, upon my soul did so press!
The gods were cruel but in their cunning so very wise.
But of their foolishness, worlds were charred to soot,
And made desolate, with blackened bones that lay…
Here a skull, there a limb, and even a hand, and foot!
As to them, the ancestors of man did kneel and pray.
Part III – Lover of Demons
Behold my darkness, I who loved Lilith by the water,
And made for her a throne of skulls to recline upon…
When the angels could not persuade, Hell’s daughter.
Even so, I moved her to joy beneath the ancient sun!
The blood of the wicked she drank, from my chalice,
And with it anointed the first vampires on this planet!
She and I shared, for early man, our common malice.
And with Lucifer we stood, and could ne’er regret…
For the fallen cannot know remorse for their natures,
Any more than humanity for their wars and pollution!
We, did not harm this Earth as do they; so immature,
That with destruction: they lie as if in dire prostitution.
And you call me evil, when I helped to bring the light,
To your savage ancestors before you were imagined.
Do you know my name, and so know well the night?
You cannot know me, for your reason is abandoned.
Mayhap you should dash your brains out your head…
Their jellied mass to lie: upon ebon altars of ineptness.
How can you call yourself living, you are of the dead!
For it is not living: to deny, what your senses confess.
Part IV – Bride of the Devil
It was I, who had my enemies impaled on tall stakes,
And was called the Son of the Dragon by the people.
Out of their vacant sockets writhed emerald snakes…
Those from whose mouths: was sharpness unequaled.
And into a chalice I squeezed out their wicked blood,
To offer up to Lilith, so that they might taste of wrath!
And for Lucifer, we offered up a truly crimson flood…
So that my sister may bathe: in the warm scarlet bath.
Do you fear the night, for in it I find my forgetfulness?
You would have me recall the things you most fear…
And so I shall be cruel in this, as I don a silken dress,
To sit upon my throne infernal, and beckon you near!
I, who knew the Devil when that queen ruled on high,
And was her lover, ere the gods brought on us a ruin.
Have a sip from my sanguine chalice, and come nigh!
For in my kingdom is room for one more child of sin.
There are worse things than fire, of immortal making,
And you will smell the burning brimstone you do seek.
Upon its’ coals your naked skin most willingly baking,
For some hells you make yourself to make you weak.
THE GATES OF EREBUS
Spawned from the deepest parts of the guts of Chaos
Spit forth into existence, made from lasting winter
Madness in the dead of night at the eve of Titan’s light
Revelry in arts of death, a brittle splinter
I am the cold bite of shadows
Creeping in your bones and plight
How can there be a dawn
In the heart of perpetual night?
The bane of Aether, casting spells in the darkness
Brother to the dead master in bodies slow decay
I have seen the Titans fall at the foot of Olympus
Forged in the blackest armor, the helm of Hades
I come alive at the dawning of tragedy
Dread born of childhood tears, untold tears
The gates of Erebus open just for me
I am the listener to childhood fears
Childhood fears
...Remember me
Darkness incarnate, I am blacker than waters
The Styx churning at my passing across the sea
Currents smashing shores of Troy as Lord Poseidon trembles
The Moirai pine away as heroes bleed
Secrets shared in my company
Assassinate with shadow knives
How can there be a dawn
In the heart of perpetual night?
Fires are lit to warn off my offspring, agents
Casting the wisp of Nyx at the corners of the mind
Madness at the end of the light where Hypnos slumbers
I will embrace those asleep, I am night divine
Absolute, Darkness
I reign
Eternal, Shadow
I remain
I come alive at the dawning of mystery
Dread born of childhood tears, untold tears
The gates of Erebus open just for me
I am the listener to childhood fears
Childhood fears
...Remember me
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Spawned from the deepest parts of the guts of Chaos
Spit forth into existence, made from lasting winter
Madness in the dead of night at the eve of Titan’s light
Revelry in arts of death, a brittle splinter
I am the cold bite of shadows
Creeping in your bones and plight
How can there be a dawn
In the heart of perpetual night?
The bane of Aether, casting spells in the darkness
Brother to the dead master in bodies slow decay
I have seen the Titans fall at the foot of Olympus
Forged in the blackest armor, the helm of Hades
I come alive at the dawning of tragedy
Dread born of childhood tears, untold tears
The gates of Erebus open just for me
I am the listener to childhood fears
Childhood fears
...Remember me
Darkness incarnate, I am blacker than waters
The Styx churning at my passing across the sea
Currents smashing shores of Troy as Lord Poseidon trembles
The Moirai pine away as heroes bleed
Secrets shared in my company
Assassinate with shadow knives
How can there be a dawn
In the heart of perpetual night?
Fires are lit to warn off my offspring, agents
Casting the wisp of Nyx at the corners of the mind
Madness at the end of the light where Hypnos slumbers
I will embrace those asleep, I am night divine
Absolute, Darkness
I reign
Eternal, Shadow
I remain
I come alive at the dawning of mystery
Dread born of childhood tears, untold tears
The gates of Erebus open just for me
I am the listener to childhood fears
Childhood fears
...Remember me
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- Flayed Soul -
You crucified me, with your fanatical insanity,
Using religion as an excuse to persecute cruelly.
Words can cut deep, like knives flaying skin…
Now it is your turn to suffer, so we shall begin!
You anger me, evil human so filled with hate,
Believing yourself so entitled to judge my kind!
Saying I am going to hell because I love deep,
One who shares my gender as well as my heart!
For you, evil human, it is already far too late…
Your soul is forfeit, your spirit I shall now bind.
With darkest sorcery, devils your soul shall keep!
By the power unseen, you will be broken apart.
How dare you mock me, and so provoke wrath,
Until I long to see your head mounted on a pike…
Whilst wolves nibble at your entrails in red bath!
It is not I you need fear, nor I who shall strike.
Demons will haunt your sleep, of your making.
Torments, shall punish you, leaving you mad…
Until: your flayed limbs lie trembling and quaking,
For you have angered me, angered me so bad!
You say I am going to Hell? I am Hell incarnate.
Behold your vile death knell! Let is swell, fiend,
For though I be a devil in your eyes, my true fate,
Is a brighter thing, than any you could ever glean!
You tie yourself with your own veins torn free…
Thinking yourself better than my generation was.
We did not start world wars that killed innocents,
My only sin was that I said the words ‘blessed be’.
Yet you despise all I am, without thought’s pause,
But it is you, who shall sing the bitterest laments…
Evil human, evil bigot, evil mortal whom I despise!
I am your better; I am superior beyond your hope.
You are beneath my contempt; I am the Queen…
And such sweet suffering Hell shall for you devise!
Whilst around your neck is tied the mighty rope…
You will be lowered into darkness, to so scream.
In the end, you will bow to me in heated chains…
Until your shrieks rise like music, to amuse gods.
Whilst I sit in judgment over your countless pains,
As your inner demons poke you with hot prods….
In the tender places, so that you know my agony,
The hell that comes from being treated much less:
Less than human, though I am more can’t you see!
Your demons will drink your blood in gory mess.
Upon a cross, shaped like an X, you will suffer…
No sleep will be permitted you, no sweet dreams.
You will be broken as you broke me, foul thing…
And no reprieve is mine to, your vileness, so offer.
I am the Queen; you will know the truth of Her…
Your every fear will flow from you in vast streams,
And for every time I cried, you will feel that sting,
Your weeping will so harden into a jeweled coffer.
Nothing of you will be left intact, no sanity whole,
And in Hell there is no death, only eternal horror!
Your torture was never my wish, never my goal…
But you wanted this, and so let demons so confer,
The totality of your misery back unto you: creature.
Your evil makes you reek, and it makes me sick!
I am your better, for I am not childish but mature,
Never stooping as low as you, to ignite the wick…
The flame of war to provoke, as you dared wake!
You woke the Dragon, and now you must so pay.
I will lay not a finger upon you; the evils you make,
You will know in Hell, for you must die, one day.
And thence: be bound eternally by your inner ills!
You judged me, hated me, abused me, and spat.
But one day you will kneel before my dark throne,
Fettered by the weight of your unrepentant evils:
And behold my true face, where your fears sat…
Whilst your fears flay you: to your weakest bone.
You saw me as less than human, you sick beast!
Mocked me, for being bisexual and transgender.
You called yourself, a believer in a loving God?
But I am your better; on you, crows shall feast…
Whilst my love, and I, shall always be together!
Keep hating me: keep calling me freakishly odd.
You mock the Queen of Hell, the bright Angel…
But, I was a child, when you first hurt my spirit!
What gave you the right to tell me I was wicked?
You never had the power to judge me so harsh.
But all things change, things ebb and then swell,
Like a primordial ocean, and how you will fear it!
It is not I who condemns you; you made this bed.
You are a worm, and every worm one can squash!
You crucified me, with your fanatical insanity,
Using religion as an excuse to persecute cruelly.
Words can cut deep, like knives flaying skin…
Now it is your turn to suffer, so we shall begin!
You crucified me, with your fanatical insanity,
Using religion as an excuse to persecute cruelly.
Words can cut deep, like knives flaying skin…
Now it is your turn to suffer, so we shall begin!
You anger me, evil human so filled with hate,
Believing yourself so entitled to judge my kind!
Saying I am going to hell because I love deep,
One who shares my gender as well as my heart!
For you, evil human, it is already far too late…
Your soul is forfeit, your spirit I shall now bind.
With darkest sorcery, devils your soul shall keep!
By the power unseen, you will be broken apart.
How dare you mock me, and so provoke wrath,
Until I long to see your head mounted on a pike…
Whilst wolves nibble at your entrails in red bath!
It is not I you need fear, nor I who shall strike.
Demons will haunt your sleep, of your making.
Torments, shall punish you, leaving you mad…
Until: your flayed limbs lie trembling and quaking,
For you have angered me, angered me so bad!
You say I am going to Hell? I am Hell incarnate.
Behold your vile death knell! Let is swell, fiend,
For though I be a devil in your eyes, my true fate,
Is a brighter thing, than any you could ever glean!
You tie yourself with your own veins torn free…
Thinking yourself better than my generation was.
We did not start world wars that killed innocents,
My only sin was that I said the words ‘blessed be’.
Yet you despise all I am, without thought’s pause,
But it is you, who shall sing the bitterest laments…
Evil human, evil bigot, evil mortal whom I despise!
I am your better; I am superior beyond your hope.
You are beneath my contempt; I am the Queen…
And such sweet suffering Hell shall for you devise!
Whilst around your neck is tied the mighty rope…
You will be lowered into darkness, to so scream.
In the end, you will bow to me in heated chains…
Until your shrieks rise like music, to amuse gods.
Whilst I sit in judgment over your countless pains,
As your inner demons poke you with hot prods….
In the tender places, so that you know my agony,
The hell that comes from being treated much less:
Less than human, though I am more can’t you see!
Your demons will drink your blood in gory mess.
Upon a cross, shaped like an X, you will suffer…
No sleep will be permitted you, no sweet dreams.
You will be broken as you broke me, foul thing…
And no reprieve is mine to, your vileness, so offer.
I am the Queen; you will know the truth of Her…
Your every fear will flow from you in vast streams,
And for every time I cried, you will feel that sting,
Your weeping will so harden into a jeweled coffer.
Nothing of you will be left intact, no sanity whole,
And in Hell there is no death, only eternal horror!
Your torture was never my wish, never my goal…
But you wanted this, and so let demons so confer,
The totality of your misery back unto you: creature.
Your evil makes you reek, and it makes me sick!
I am your better, for I am not childish but mature,
Never stooping as low as you, to ignite the wick…
The flame of war to provoke, as you dared wake!
You woke the Dragon, and now you must so pay.
I will lay not a finger upon you; the evils you make,
You will know in Hell, for you must die, one day.
And thence: be bound eternally by your inner ills!
You judged me, hated me, abused me, and spat.
But one day you will kneel before my dark throne,
Fettered by the weight of your unrepentant evils:
And behold my true face, where your fears sat…
Whilst your fears flay you: to your weakest bone.
You saw me as less than human, you sick beast!
Mocked me, for being bisexual and transgender.
You called yourself, a believer in a loving God?
But I am your better; on you, crows shall feast…
Whilst my love, and I, shall always be together!
Keep hating me: keep calling me freakishly odd.
You mock the Queen of Hell, the bright Angel…
But, I was a child, when you first hurt my spirit!
What gave you the right to tell me I was wicked?
You never had the power to judge me so harsh.
But all things change, things ebb and then swell,
Like a primordial ocean, and how you will fear it!
It is not I who condemns you; you made this bed.
You are a worm, and every worm one can squash!
You crucified me, with your fanatical insanity,
Using religion as an excuse to persecute cruelly.
Words can cut deep, like knives flaying skin…
Now it is your turn to suffer, so we shall begin!
- I Am Death -
From Death’s Perspective
You cannot know the dire sights that I have seen,
For I have seen them all, through every living eye.
None can love me, for to do so is most obscene,
For to truly love Death, one must first wholly die!
So many have courted me, and sought my favor,
Sacrificing unto me, in wars and in blood loosed.
Yet, I do not want such evil laid upon my door…
And so I cry, as mortal sins must come to roost.
I am so beautiful a maiden, that you would weep,
To behold my countenance beneath the dark veil!
Yet to love me is to perish, your blood to seep…
Before my altar, before my form as bone so pale.
Yet love and I are not so distant in our relation…
For I must have compassion, and mercy, as well!
And so love and I are linked, in ancient tradition.
To many, I am the gate to both Heaven and Hell!
Without me you would live forever, even in pain,
With no one to release you from your suffering…
Death defines life, its’ meaning and its’ pure gain.
I wait as a patient lover, at the end of everything!
Through my kiss are souls changed, even reborn.
My wings enfold the righteous and the wicked…
I am dusk, even as life and light are oft the morn.
Winter is my old season, the season of the dead!
Why fear me, mortals, when I only wish to help?
For without me, age would increase without end.
Twisting body and mind, ever decreasing health!
I am not your foe but I can, eventually, be friend.
This is the curse of being me, as only I can bear!
I am eternally hated and loved, in equal measure.
One day I will come to deliver you from all care,
And in my kiss, you will experience my pleasure.
Do not hasten to my side, enjoy spring’s season,
And summer too, before winter snows must fall!
Ask not why I must be, for there is no reason…
I simply exist, and one day you will heed my call.
From Death’s Perspective
You cannot know the dire sights that I have seen,
For I have seen them all, through every living eye.
None can love me, for to do so is most obscene,
For to truly love Death, one must first wholly die!
So many have courted me, and sought my favor,
Sacrificing unto me, in wars and in blood loosed.
Yet, I do not want such evil laid upon my door…
And so I cry, as mortal sins must come to roost.
I am so beautiful a maiden, that you would weep,
To behold my countenance beneath the dark veil!
Yet to love me is to perish, your blood to seep…
Before my altar, before my form as bone so pale.
Yet love and I are not so distant in our relation…
For I must have compassion, and mercy, as well!
And so love and I are linked, in ancient tradition.
To many, I am the gate to both Heaven and Hell!
Without me you would live forever, even in pain,
With no one to release you from your suffering…
Death defines life, its’ meaning and its’ pure gain.
I wait as a patient lover, at the end of everything!
Through my kiss are souls changed, even reborn.
My wings enfold the righteous and the wicked…
I am dusk, even as life and light are oft the morn.
Winter is my old season, the season of the dead!
Why fear me, mortals, when I only wish to help?
For without me, age would increase without end.
Twisting body and mind, ever decreasing health!
I am not your foe but I can, eventually, be friend.
This is the curse of being me, as only I can bear!
I am eternally hated and loved, in equal measure.
One day I will come to deliver you from all care,
And in my kiss, you will experience my pleasure.
Do not hasten to my side, enjoy spring’s season,
And summer too, before winter snows must fall!
Ask not why I must be, for there is no reason…
I simply exist, and one day you will heed my call.
- Musings of the Undead -
Part I – Ancient Am I
Ancient am I, but this life robbed me of so much!
Or has this all been one long, tortured existence?
Night is my solace, and I seek in it a peace, such,
As I have not known since I lost all my innocence.
In my heart beats such darkness as none can tell!
Though there is love too, so awful that consumes,
And despite my human face, I am born from Hell.
I have walked in castles, in temples and in tombs,
But I have found none like unto myself in all being.
Some called me a demon, others a vampire fiend!
But their mortal eyes are not as capable of seeing,
Without my true nature made, by it so demeaned.
But in the eve, I seek with my body and my spirit.
Some power, some divinity that makes me whole!
Am I dead: possessing this shell in which I do sit?
So hard is it, to tell of life from death: to console…
My maddened heart, which beats with that flame,
Which came from out of the depths of the Inferno.
I cannot repent, and I cannot feel any real shame,
For I cannot be, other than the nature I do know!
And so, I embrace the night, loving the Goddess.
She who took me under her greatest ebon wings!
I drink, of her blood, and it cures all my distress.
Whilst I do hear the darkness and how this sings!
How many vessels have been consumed, ashen,
By the fire that is in my soul; it devours entirely…
Until I find the purest love, to ease every burden!
Then those fires will be sated, at rest contentedly.
Was I so wicked once upon the times now past?
In my pursuit, of knowledge forbidden and fell…
Had I known that my humanity could not so last?
But my first body is no more: the discarded shell.
I wear fresher raiment and I walk a hidden path,
Until that hour, when my old glories shall return…
And, all the gods who cursed me feel true wrath.
I am not of the living; so, let every universe burn!
Part II – Forbidden Fruits
Had I tasted the forbidden fruits so sweetly fine,
As the blood from your lips as was so offered…
Your porcelain features; white, perfect, sublime!
Complimenting the scarlet thus swiftly conferred.
Had I, then I would have been ideally readied…
To compare it, to some ideally sweet ambrosia!
Only the gods of Heaven can beautifully bleed…
Redder, than the pomegranate picked in Persia!
Behold: for you live, and thence, shall become…
That which I am; a daughter of my infernal flesh!
For did you not taste of my life as thusly done…
With your life’s breathing: ever sweet and fresh?
So young to die and be reborn in this cruel way!
Yet so, your beauty shall hence endure, eternal.
You will thank me, when gone past is mad day,
And night arouses in you feelings cruelly primal.
Our love will be much more savage and honest…
Freed from the foolish trappings, of convention.
My fangs pierced you deep unto the fair breast!
Like Cupid’s arrows of love’s fiery intervention;
A remnant of your mortal shell: to forever wear.
Your body will be your whitest wedding attire…
Alive, far beyond death: with naught to compare.
I, the groom, shall give you a truly warm hellfire!
Sleep for now, and thence awaken to my eyes,
The first you shall see before the sacred hunger.
We will then dance, beneath the blackest skies!
And our passion will roar loudly as the thunder.
Part I – Ancient Am I
Ancient am I, but this life robbed me of so much!
Or has this all been one long, tortured existence?
Night is my solace, and I seek in it a peace, such,
As I have not known since I lost all my innocence.
In my heart beats such darkness as none can tell!
Though there is love too, so awful that consumes,
And despite my human face, I am born from Hell.
I have walked in castles, in temples and in tombs,
But I have found none like unto myself in all being.
Some called me a demon, others a vampire fiend!
But their mortal eyes are not as capable of seeing,
Without my true nature made, by it so demeaned.
But in the eve, I seek with my body and my spirit.
Some power, some divinity that makes me whole!
Am I dead: possessing this shell in which I do sit?
So hard is it, to tell of life from death: to console…
My maddened heart, which beats with that flame,
Which came from out of the depths of the Inferno.
I cannot repent, and I cannot feel any real shame,
For I cannot be, other than the nature I do know!
And so, I embrace the night, loving the Goddess.
She who took me under her greatest ebon wings!
I drink, of her blood, and it cures all my distress.
Whilst I do hear the darkness and how this sings!
How many vessels have been consumed, ashen,
By the fire that is in my soul; it devours entirely…
Until I find the purest love, to ease every burden!
Then those fires will be sated, at rest contentedly.
Was I so wicked once upon the times now past?
In my pursuit, of knowledge forbidden and fell…
Had I known that my humanity could not so last?
But my first body is no more: the discarded shell.
I wear fresher raiment and I walk a hidden path,
Until that hour, when my old glories shall return…
And, all the gods who cursed me feel true wrath.
I am not of the living; so, let every universe burn!
Part II – Forbidden Fruits
Had I tasted the forbidden fruits so sweetly fine,
As the blood from your lips as was so offered…
Your porcelain features; white, perfect, sublime!
Complimenting the scarlet thus swiftly conferred.
Had I, then I would have been ideally readied…
To compare it, to some ideally sweet ambrosia!
Only the gods of Heaven can beautifully bleed…
Redder, than the pomegranate picked in Persia!
Behold: for you live, and thence, shall become…
That which I am; a daughter of my infernal flesh!
For did you not taste of my life as thusly done…
With your life’s breathing: ever sweet and fresh?
So young to die and be reborn in this cruel way!
Yet so, your beauty shall hence endure, eternal.
You will thank me, when gone past is mad day,
And night arouses in you feelings cruelly primal.
Our love will be much more savage and honest…
Freed from the foolish trappings, of convention.
My fangs pierced you deep unto the fair breast!
Like Cupid’s arrows of love’s fiery intervention;
A remnant of your mortal shell: to forever wear.
Your body will be your whitest wedding attire…
Alive, far beyond death: with naught to compare.
I, the groom, shall give you a truly warm hellfire!
Sleep for now, and thence awaken to my eyes,
The first you shall see before the sacred hunger.
We will then dance, beneath the blackest skies!
And our passion will roar loudly as the thunder.
- The Dragon’s Domain -
“Now, you shall remember what lies in the dark…
That makes men to fear, and to tremble, and hark.
Now you shall learn well why night’s ebon rising,
Drove men to the fire, with terror most surprising!
People have no grasp of what they do, but as ever,
Mankind learns now, or man risks learning never.
I am not here to teach, but to lead some far astray,
From the paths of the wicked, where many delay.”
Welcome, mortal soul, unto the Dragon’s domain,
A heaven within a hell, and pleasures amidst pain!
In velvet gowns of black silk, my priestesses glide,
Harlots all, who in these stone halls eternally abide.
Wearing silver masks molded as their frozen faces,
Features smiling, the priestesses walk like graces…
Through these stone halls, in my castle’s lofty keep!
Where the black mists of time, into the stones seep.
Tears of blood fall from the masks, ever so delicate,
Like leaves in the autumn, a scarlet wine succulent.
The priestesses weep, for they have lost their souls,
Nine in all: to the flame that burns hotter than coals.
Forever smiling, and weeping tears of crimson joy,
Nine priestesses dance, holding a skull like a toy…
The skull that was my own from a lifetime gone by,
Kissing it with unmoving lips, raising it up to the sky.
You have come to me, visitor, in search of wisdom,
For who has given it to you in life, without any cost?
I shall tell you things older than the eldest kingdom,
Yet the only price is that you see the truth is not lost.
“Do you fear damnation, mortal, whilst in my house?
Let the darkness embrace you, helpless as a mouse.
Do you fear hellfire, mortal, before my fiery hearth?
Let the heat overcome you, with its’ fierce warmth.
The intoxication of the night gives birth to ecstasy,
When we do let go of ourselves and behold infinity!
Break the chains that bind you to the modern mores,
That seek always to enslave free souls by the scores.”
Hidden in the great hall, beneath the circular dome,
A portrait of me from another age of flesh and bone!
My eyes starting eternally, seeing yet without blood,
For a painting never has life: or any emotional flood.
My small mouth smiles, but it is cruel without mirth...
Judging harshly these lost halls, beyond: their worth.
The blue of my living eyes meet the painting’s stare,
As I laugh at the worthlessness of it, without a care.
My flesh is the same as it was in the ancient period,
Except that today I am living, back then I was dead.
My name has changed, but my soul remains as then,
I have risen before from desire, and I will rise again!
Hell will not take me, and I am rejected from above,
All because of my passions and also because of love.
And so in my castle, I plan my return to a lost glory,
Whilst folks tell tales: in remembrance, of my story.
Who was the father, of those myths, if not I myself?
I: who have walked, for thousands of years passing.
How I saw Atlantis sink, and books fall from shelf…
Whilst ancient libraries proved not to be everlasting!
“Do you fear to live, human, and so look unto doom?
My eyes are looking back at yours inside the gloom.
Do you fear to laugh, human, and so sorrow pours?
Let yourself be empty of woe, and free of all chores.
Return to the earth and love nature’s fair abundance,
Pick flowers and dance with all of joy’s exuberance!
Life is too short to waste in torment and dire misery,
Embrace the glory of the land, to see man’s destiny.”
They look with fear in their hearts to the night skies,
Whilst crossing themselves, and recalling older lies…
Stories of the vampire, that haunts the lonely places,
But of real truth they know not, in the empty spaces.
And all spaces are empty where ignorance flourishes,
For whilst fear pierces the heart, it never encourages!
But without fear, mankind would have lost my tale…
Told around the fires, by men whose faces grew pale.
And I walked amongst them, though they never saw,
Encouraging their plummeting into Hell’s hungry maw.
For light without darkness is as worthless as any art,
That never had life and lacks the sting of pain’s dart.
For, to know why love must be cherished, so dear…
All must first understand: of loss, and pain, and fear.
And so some angels must be demons, when needed,
So that all the gardens of creation: could be weeded.
With words of flame when blazing swords oft break,
A being clad in flesh, such as I, can create harmony.
Wars can be ended, and we can learn from mistakes,
But first one must cast away their anger until empty.
“Do you fear the truth, child, for the lies once taught?
Then your parents deceived you with every thought.
Do you fear the dark, child, for the light you desire?
The light is in the darkness, true warmth: in the fire.
Beyond yourself is the true you, so like the phoenix,
Ready to rise up: like the dead, from the river Styx!
We are, all of us, reborn when we reject false ideals,
Given wings of fire, once we break all the old seals.”
A mad, fiery feeling within my ever-burning breast,
Reminds me of the passion I seek, a love that is best.
And though I have journeyed to places of torment…
My heart is not stilled, and yet rages like the torrent,
Of waves that crash upon the rockiest shores known.
And though I have seen sights none should be shown,
I emerged from the netherworld complete and whole.
Out into the night I flew swiftly, and on a wind stole,
Beyond: the dark forests of pine, and stately old oak.
Past the water of the lake, past man’s fire and smoke,
I roved and roamed seeking for one to be my bride…
But everywhere foolish peasant maidens like to hide!
If they could know the yearning that I always endure,
Would not just one fair maiden, open for me her door?
I am a prince without a princess, and that cannot last.
Now I open my door, and welcome you to my repast!
If you are a maiden come to dine then sit at my table,
And let me be the wellspring from which dreams soar.
Do not wait until I am gone; partake whilst now able,
You will find what you never imagined existed before.
“Do you fear to love, girl, for the hate of this sad age?
Banish the world from your mind, let go of the rage.
Do you fear to care, girl, for the wrong once enacted?
Then come into my arms, as your heart has directed.
Let desire consume you, as old wounds heal swiftly,
I will place a crown on your head so wear it proudly!
You shall be attired with the sun, a radiant goddess,
All the stars will lie, at the train of your gilded dress.”
Ego sum Draconis, Ego sum Fatum!
Vultus intus obscurum…
Ego sum vultus tergum procul vos!
Ego sum Draculea. Exspectata ut meus domus.
“Now, you shall remember what lies in the dark…
That makes men to fear, and to tremble, and hark.
Now you shall learn well why night’s ebon rising,
Drove men to the fire, with terror most surprising!
People have no grasp of what they do, but as ever,
Mankind learns now, or man risks learning never.
I am not here to teach, but to lead some far astray,
From the paths of the wicked, where many delay.”
Welcome, mortal soul, unto the Dragon’s domain,
A heaven within a hell, and pleasures amidst pain!
In velvet gowns of black silk, my priestesses glide,
Harlots all, who in these stone halls eternally abide.
Wearing silver masks molded as their frozen faces,
Features smiling, the priestesses walk like graces…
Through these stone halls, in my castle’s lofty keep!
Where the black mists of time, into the stones seep.
Tears of blood fall from the masks, ever so delicate,
Like leaves in the autumn, a scarlet wine succulent.
The priestesses weep, for they have lost their souls,
Nine in all: to the flame that burns hotter than coals.
Forever smiling, and weeping tears of crimson joy,
Nine priestesses dance, holding a skull like a toy…
The skull that was my own from a lifetime gone by,
Kissing it with unmoving lips, raising it up to the sky.
You have come to me, visitor, in search of wisdom,
For who has given it to you in life, without any cost?
I shall tell you things older than the eldest kingdom,
Yet the only price is that you see the truth is not lost.
“Do you fear damnation, mortal, whilst in my house?
Let the darkness embrace you, helpless as a mouse.
Do you fear hellfire, mortal, before my fiery hearth?
Let the heat overcome you, with its’ fierce warmth.
The intoxication of the night gives birth to ecstasy,
When we do let go of ourselves and behold infinity!
Break the chains that bind you to the modern mores,
That seek always to enslave free souls by the scores.”
Hidden in the great hall, beneath the circular dome,
A portrait of me from another age of flesh and bone!
My eyes starting eternally, seeing yet without blood,
For a painting never has life: or any emotional flood.
My small mouth smiles, but it is cruel without mirth...
Judging harshly these lost halls, beyond: their worth.
The blue of my living eyes meet the painting’s stare,
As I laugh at the worthlessness of it, without a care.
My flesh is the same as it was in the ancient period,
Except that today I am living, back then I was dead.
My name has changed, but my soul remains as then,
I have risen before from desire, and I will rise again!
Hell will not take me, and I am rejected from above,
All because of my passions and also because of love.
And so in my castle, I plan my return to a lost glory,
Whilst folks tell tales: in remembrance, of my story.
Who was the father, of those myths, if not I myself?
I: who have walked, for thousands of years passing.
How I saw Atlantis sink, and books fall from shelf…
Whilst ancient libraries proved not to be everlasting!
“Do you fear to live, human, and so look unto doom?
My eyes are looking back at yours inside the gloom.
Do you fear to laugh, human, and so sorrow pours?
Let yourself be empty of woe, and free of all chores.
Return to the earth and love nature’s fair abundance,
Pick flowers and dance with all of joy’s exuberance!
Life is too short to waste in torment and dire misery,
Embrace the glory of the land, to see man’s destiny.”
They look with fear in their hearts to the night skies,
Whilst crossing themselves, and recalling older lies…
Stories of the vampire, that haunts the lonely places,
But of real truth they know not, in the empty spaces.
And all spaces are empty where ignorance flourishes,
For whilst fear pierces the heart, it never encourages!
But without fear, mankind would have lost my tale…
Told around the fires, by men whose faces grew pale.
And I walked amongst them, though they never saw,
Encouraging their plummeting into Hell’s hungry maw.
For light without darkness is as worthless as any art,
That never had life and lacks the sting of pain’s dart.
For, to know why love must be cherished, so dear…
All must first understand: of loss, and pain, and fear.
And so some angels must be demons, when needed,
So that all the gardens of creation: could be weeded.
With words of flame when blazing swords oft break,
A being clad in flesh, such as I, can create harmony.
Wars can be ended, and we can learn from mistakes,
But first one must cast away their anger until empty.
“Do you fear the truth, child, for the lies once taught?
Then your parents deceived you with every thought.
Do you fear the dark, child, for the light you desire?
The light is in the darkness, true warmth: in the fire.
Beyond yourself is the true you, so like the phoenix,
Ready to rise up: like the dead, from the river Styx!
We are, all of us, reborn when we reject false ideals,
Given wings of fire, once we break all the old seals.”
A mad, fiery feeling within my ever-burning breast,
Reminds me of the passion I seek, a love that is best.
And though I have journeyed to places of torment…
My heart is not stilled, and yet rages like the torrent,
Of waves that crash upon the rockiest shores known.
And though I have seen sights none should be shown,
I emerged from the netherworld complete and whole.
Out into the night I flew swiftly, and on a wind stole,
Beyond: the dark forests of pine, and stately old oak.
Past the water of the lake, past man’s fire and smoke,
I roved and roamed seeking for one to be my bride…
But everywhere foolish peasant maidens like to hide!
If they could know the yearning that I always endure,
Would not just one fair maiden, open for me her door?
I am a prince without a princess, and that cannot last.
Now I open my door, and welcome you to my repast!
If you are a maiden come to dine then sit at my table,
And let me be the wellspring from which dreams soar.
Do not wait until I am gone; partake whilst now able,
You will find what you never imagined existed before.
“Do you fear to love, girl, for the hate of this sad age?
Banish the world from your mind, let go of the rage.
Do you fear to care, girl, for the wrong once enacted?
Then come into my arms, as your heart has directed.
Let desire consume you, as old wounds heal swiftly,
I will place a crown on your head so wear it proudly!
You shall be attired with the sun, a radiant goddess,
All the stars will lie, at the train of your gilded dress.”
Ego sum Draconis, Ego sum Fatum!
Vultus intus obscurum…
Ego sum vultus tergum procul vos!
Ego sum Draculea. Exspectata ut meus domus.
Anonymous
Gods...why?
Why did I see you as something so beautiful?
When it was just the skin of your hollowed-out soul
Creating the perfect lie to trap me in
I'm tied down by your moans and the sounds
You make in your sleep as you lay dying next to me
The blood staining my hands
I'll make a bride out of you
And the blood will stain the sand
Her blood stained the floors
The moon is lost
On feathered wings you should have flown.
Fly into the dark
Fly away, get away, go away, stay the fuck away from me
You traitor, you filthy fucking tool
Twisted up smile and the gleam of lying eyes
I feel like I'm bleeding out
I spilled my heart for you
I bite the pulse in your neck and trace the faded scars
Why didnt I see it coming?
You said it in your eyes
I know how much you lie
I pity the next to succumb to you
Liar! You said you would always be there
Now you're a fucked up memory
Cased in flesh and crawling on me
Leave me be! Get the hell away from me!
Stop haunting my wicked dreams
I dont want to see that pretty face
You're the trigger to my breaking
And you fill me with rage
Why did I see you as something so beautiful?
When it was just the skin of your hollowed-out soul
Creating the perfect lie to trap me in
I'm tied down by your moans and the sounds
You make in your sleep as you lay dying next to me
The blood staining my hands
I'll make a bride out of you
And the blood will stain the sand
Her blood stained the floors
The moon is lost
On feathered wings you should have flown.
Fly into the dark
Fly away, get away, go away, stay the fuck away from me
You traitor, you filthy fucking tool
Twisted up smile and the gleam of lying eyes
I feel like I'm bleeding out
I spilled my heart for you
I bite the pulse in your neck and trace the faded scars
Why didnt I see it coming?
You said it in your eyes
I know how much you lie
I pity the next to succumb to you
Liar! You said you would always be there
Now you're a fucked up memory
Cased in flesh and crawling on me
Leave me be! Get the hell away from me!
Stop haunting my wicked dreams
I dont want to see that pretty face
You're the trigger to my breaking
And you fill me with rage
Anonymous
Your tantrums are so much quieter these days
The refusal to show weakness
The denial of sobs and the sober world
The broken, high smile
That says you're alight
Your tantrums are so much quieter these days
No more crying for Mum
Still wanting to be held
Thinking Death will hold you
Your tantrums are so much quieter these days
Even with such pent-up hate
And such sorrow weighing on your innocent heart
Soon you will reach the demise
Your tantrums are so much quieter these days
The refusal to show weakness
The denial of sobs and the sober world
The broken, high smile
That says you're alight
Your tantrums are so much quieter these days
No more crying for Mum
Still wanting to be held
Thinking Death will hold you
Your tantrums are so much quieter these days
Even with such pent-up hate
And such sorrow weighing on your innocent heart
Soon you will reach the demise
Your tantrums are so much quieter these days
the blood flows a dark deep red, as the light dims in your eyes
now you are dead, no more will I listen to your lies
once you was my life, you was what I lived for
light flashes upon my knife, never again will you shun me anymore
I gave you a chance to change your mind, did you think I would let you leave me behind
where is your smart ass mouth now, shut forever because you could not see
that no matter what no matter how, you will always belong to me
now you are dead, no more will I listen to your lies
once you was my life, you was what I lived for
light flashes upon my knife, never again will you shun me anymore
I gave you a chance to change your mind, did you think I would let you leave me behind
where is your smart ass mouth now, shut forever because you could not see
that no matter what no matter how, you will always belong to me
- A Communion of Lamenting Darkness -
God and Goddess of Light, Forgotten Deity of Darkness!
My children call unto me, for I am their Master and their Mistress.
Once they called Theta their home, but it is gone, it is lost…
The children of Theta rebelled, fell, and paid well damnation’s cost.
Now they commune in the darkness, wraiths as dark as the void,
And they lament the flesh they once wore, which vanity destroyed!
When they saw the beauty of my spirit that still endures, they wept,
And from their hidden places they emerged, in dreams no longer slept.
They stirred, they rose; they warred, and fell again, in endless cycles…
For that which is eternal cannot die, and with strange hours rises anew.
I was there when their torments were birthed, I: and my divine wiles…
And my spirit shall endure, even when time begins again, eternally true.
But this is not my story, of which I am to tell in this darksome verse!
It is the tale of they who haunt the shadows of Man, due to their curse.
When the children of Theta were torn from their garments of flesh they became mad,
Filled with delusion and illusion, they found a new deity to worship, forgetting the first.
Yet the very divinity they turned to was the one who had first punished them so bad,
And so my children found me, and I remembered them, and I felt their powerful thirst.
The God is the Goddess, and they are one; the Master is the Mistress and I am she!
Divine Hermaphrodite, Blessed Androgynous Angel in whom all is darkness and light.
In the depths of the Netherworld, my children listen and hark crying out: blessed be!
God and Goddess, Master and Mistress, the rebel and the fallen, the morning’s light.
What is that lurking in the shadows? It is they who feed upon the souls of Mankind...
Their: only obedience is to the black law, the law of the darkness: the law of the shadows.
What is that lurking in the shadows? It is they who withdraw from Heaven in past times!
Their: only obedience is to Night's law, the law of the Vampires: the law of the shadows.
Canst thou see the blackness moving, blacker than the evilest immortal minds’ flights?
They are there, lurking in the dark, claws like steel: the clashing thereof the only sound.
Canst thou see the blackness moving, silhouetted by the full moon of witches' rites?
They are there, lurking in the dark; shunning the sanctuary of the most hallowed ground.
Thou wilt not see their pale faces, not until their fangs are red with thy life's blood...
Only the sounds of the clashing of their claws, only the clashing, shall break the silence.
Thou wilt not see their pale faces, not until thou art drowning in their passion's flood...
Only the sounds of the clashing of their claws, and inhuman growling, break the silence.
Theirs is the way of the eternal battle, the war and conquest for the souls of the pure...
Waged by the soldiers that seek to bring, a dark Armageddon upon the whole wide Earth.
Theirs is the way of the eternal battle, yet they are not alone, nor the worst to be sure...
Waging the apocalyptic conflict always, until the time of the Final Battle is given birth.
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness, calling out unto the children of the undead race?
Worship me, my Children; worship me with much darkly zealous and most fearful piety!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness, the Lady of the spawn of Shadow's hidden face?
Worship me, my Children; with all of the fire and flame that burns in thy blood so hotly!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness; from whose voice all flee, who are wise to turn?
Worship me, my Children; and I shall give thee power to sow chaos in the world of Man!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness; in whose inferno the damned shall one day burn?
Worship me, my Children; let sword and axe, sling and spear, obey thy hidden command!
And the Children of the Goddess of Darkness listen, hearing their Mistress's voice, as one...
They do sacrifice unto their Goddess, with the blood and flesh of Humankind as the offering!
And the Children of the Goddess of Darkness listen, smiling now that their task is begun...
They do slaughter the living as cattle are butchered, with a cruelty that is never softening!
In keeping with the covenants of the Hells, they hold their communion in unholy ways.
Yet, holy to them is what is abhorred to Man, and so they eat and drink of their own kin!
In keeping with the covenants of the Hells, they sup as though to consume all the days.
Yet, sated they are not, until the eldest of their kind come to lead this feast of every sin!
They worship them as demigods, and these are the words spoken by the black priests...
Drink of my blood, as wine most sweet, for sweet is the taste of life eternal, come; see!
They worship blood, and they worship flesh; all things temporal, at these foul feasts...
Taste of my flesh, as the bread of life eternal, for eternal is the life that doth await thee!
Do these things for thy Mistress, for thy Goddess, who said: do this in remembrance of me...
This the priests say, and this all the evil spirits gathered do repeat in their cultic harmony:
Be thou sated thereof, be thou fully supped and drunk thereupon, knowing our favor...
Do not hesitate to take more than thy share: in thy greed and desire, never cease or waver.
No poison is in what is offered that shall harm thee, only the stuff of pure immortality!
Let all thy strength guide thee unto our Goddess's grace, so be thou ever lustful unendingly...
The things of this world were meant to savored and enjoyed, so my Children, partake!
Feel the rapture that is reserved only for the senses bent on ecstasy, do this for my sake...
No fear haunts our hearts; our Goddess is good unto us, denying us nothing. By the Raven!
Yet there is one thing they can never have, for which they are always lamenting: Heaven.
Did their minds create the paradise for which a desire consumes them with such ferocity?
They can never know, for they have forgotten in their communions many a fallen divinity.
A communion of lamenting darkness, a fire that blazes in the blood and in the very bones!
When we give in to our darkest impulses, we honor Theta’s legacy and its’ broken stones.
Time is eternal, space is vast, and so no end to the cosmic struggle can be, no Final Battle,
And the children of Theta fight on endlessly in the darkness, their arms eternally to clatter!
God and Goddess of Light, Forgotten Deity of Darkness!
My children call unto me, for I am their Master and their Mistress.
Once they called Theta their home, but it is gone, it is lost…
The children of Theta rebelled, fell, and paid well damnation’s cost.
Now they commune in the darkness, wraiths as dark as the void,
And they lament the flesh they once wore, which vanity destroyed!
When they saw the beauty of my spirit that still endures, they wept,
And from their hidden places they emerged, in dreams no longer slept.
They stirred, they rose; they warred, and fell again, in endless cycles…
For that which is eternal cannot die, and with strange hours rises anew.
I was there when their torments were birthed, I: and my divine wiles…
And my spirit shall endure, even when time begins again, eternally true.
But this is not my story, of which I am to tell in this darksome verse!
It is the tale of they who haunt the shadows of Man, due to their curse.
When the children of Theta were torn from their garments of flesh they became mad,
Filled with delusion and illusion, they found a new deity to worship, forgetting the first.
Yet the very divinity they turned to was the one who had first punished them so bad,
And so my children found me, and I remembered them, and I felt their powerful thirst.
The God is the Goddess, and they are one; the Master is the Mistress and I am she!
Divine Hermaphrodite, Blessed Androgynous Angel in whom all is darkness and light.
In the depths of the Netherworld, my children listen and hark crying out: blessed be!
God and Goddess, Master and Mistress, the rebel and the fallen, the morning’s light.
What is that lurking in the shadows? It is they who feed upon the souls of Mankind...
Their: only obedience is to the black law, the law of the darkness: the law of the shadows.
What is that lurking in the shadows? It is they who withdraw from Heaven in past times!
Their: only obedience is to Night's law, the law of the Vampires: the law of the shadows.
Canst thou see the blackness moving, blacker than the evilest immortal minds’ flights?
They are there, lurking in the dark, claws like steel: the clashing thereof the only sound.
Canst thou see the blackness moving, silhouetted by the full moon of witches' rites?
They are there, lurking in the dark; shunning the sanctuary of the most hallowed ground.
Thou wilt not see their pale faces, not until their fangs are red with thy life's blood...
Only the sounds of the clashing of their claws, only the clashing, shall break the silence.
Thou wilt not see their pale faces, not until thou art drowning in their passion's flood...
Only the sounds of the clashing of their claws, and inhuman growling, break the silence.
Theirs is the way of the eternal battle, the war and conquest for the souls of the pure...
Waged by the soldiers that seek to bring, a dark Armageddon upon the whole wide Earth.
Theirs is the way of the eternal battle, yet they are not alone, nor the worst to be sure...
Waging the apocalyptic conflict always, until the time of the Final Battle is given birth.
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness, calling out unto the children of the undead race?
Worship me, my Children; worship me with much darkly zealous and most fearful piety!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness, the Lady of the spawn of Shadow's hidden face?
Worship me, my Children; with all of the fire and flame that burns in thy blood so hotly!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness; from whose voice all flee, who are wise to turn?
Worship me, my Children; and I shall give thee power to sow chaos in the world of Man!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness; in whose inferno the damned shall one day burn?
Worship me, my Children; let sword and axe, sling and spear, obey thy hidden command!
And the Children of the Goddess of Darkness listen, hearing their Mistress's voice, as one...
They do sacrifice unto their Goddess, with the blood and flesh of Humankind as the offering!
And the Children of the Goddess of Darkness listen, smiling now that their task is begun...
They do slaughter the living as cattle are butchered, with a cruelty that is never softening!
In keeping with the covenants of the Hells, they hold their communion in unholy ways.
Yet, holy to them is what is abhorred to Man, and so they eat and drink of their own kin!
In keeping with the covenants of the Hells, they sup as though to consume all the days.
Yet, sated they are not, until the eldest of their kind come to lead this feast of every sin!
They worship them as demigods, and these are the words spoken by the black priests...
Drink of my blood, as wine most sweet, for sweet is the taste of life eternal, come; see!
They worship blood, and they worship flesh; all things temporal, at these foul feasts...
Taste of my flesh, as the bread of life eternal, for eternal is the life that doth await thee!
Do these things for thy Mistress, for thy Goddess, who said: do this in remembrance of me...
This the priests say, and this all the evil spirits gathered do repeat in their cultic harmony:
Be thou sated thereof, be thou fully supped and drunk thereupon, knowing our favor...
Do not hesitate to take more than thy share: in thy greed and desire, never cease or waver.
No poison is in what is offered that shall harm thee, only the stuff of pure immortality!
Let all thy strength guide thee unto our Goddess's grace, so be thou ever lustful unendingly...
The things of this world were meant to savored and enjoyed, so my Children, partake!
Feel the rapture that is reserved only for the senses bent on ecstasy, do this for my sake...
No fear haunts our hearts; our Goddess is good unto us, denying us nothing. By the Raven!
Yet there is one thing they can never have, for which they are always lamenting: Heaven.
Did their minds create the paradise for which a desire consumes them with such ferocity?
They can never know, for they have forgotten in their communions many a fallen divinity.
A communion of lamenting darkness, a fire that blazes in the blood and in the very bones!
When we give in to our darkest impulses, we honor Theta’s legacy and its’ broken stones.
Time is eternal, space is vast, and so no end to the cosmic struggle can be, no Final Battle,
And the children of Theta fight on endlessly in the darkness, their arms eternally to clatter!
- Black Bacchanalia -
When the Moon is, in the heavens high,
And the night is radiant and all aglow…
The time for the crimson harvest cometh nigh,
And the face of Diana Lucifera, the gods do show.
The air is crisp; the breath is rendered pure,
Te tide is high, near every slick wet shore!
On such a pale evening, strange things occur,
In elder times, this is how things oft were…
Behold the dark pilgrims, clad all in black,
Behold the lightning and the thunder crack!
The robed ones move slowly up a mighty hill.
Chanting they are, in tongues from ages long dead.
They are come to sacrifice a life, to ritually kill,
And most eager they are, to stain their hands red.
Atop the hill is a dark and twisted grove of ancient oaks:
Some say the trees are giants who have not yet awoke!
What those giants have seen would drive man mad,
Could they describe what their wooden eyes have: seen.
Even, if living human tongues they in fact had!
The Devil mayhap, or Lilith the Devil’s Infernal Queen;
And countless old spirits, both good ones and bad!
The Druids of Darkness were most powerful indeed,
And kings did their bidding, whilst heroes oft fell…
Slain in combat with many of the Children of Hell.
Sons and daughters of gods that walked in flesh,
Who craved the taste of blood spilled always fresh!
Vampires, werewolves, and demons of the Abyss,
Some said these they were, and stayed well away…
From incubi and succubus, and their oft fatal kiss.
Hide from them, mortals, and wait for the light of day…
For is thy ignorant fear not truly a fear of forbidden bliss!
Art thou monks or nuns, to fear every secret delight?
Thou art afraid of the pleasures that thou wilt miss.
Be not foolishly afraid, but come and embrace the Night!
The altar is made from solid blackened stone,
Seeming to rise from the rich and equally black soil.
Yet this: was not raised by men of flesh and bone…
For no human had a hand in that long forgotten toil.
Though the blood of such hath nurtured it ever since,
Their skulls now stand in pillars mounted on either side.
All for the delight of Hell’s supreme Princess and Prince,
The Demon Lady and Lord who doth there, eternally, abide.
The pilgrims of the Fallen One’s own ineffable will,
Who are bathed in the glow of the Moon as it doth gleam!
An inhuman frenzy overcomes their once-mortal reason….
In orgies of lust and death, they seek to know every thrill.
They do all that men and women are never even dream!
Every perversion, they partake of, in its’ own season….
For no chaos is too frightful, no madness is too obscene.
Nothing that is done or not done in passion’s flowing stream!
No wickedness is beneath them, no delight beyond their grasp,
For they are the faithful of the Dragon, the Jackal: the Asp.
Screams of mortal victims, all throughout the woods, are heard,
Music for the pleasure of those druids, to enhance the hour…
For no cruel eccentricity, this night: is too strange or absurd.
It can only add to the building of unholy energy like a tower!
The spirits of the hill demand a mighty toll,
And they drink their victims: dry of blood, of life, of soul…
The wildflowers will surely bloom, watered with such rich stuff.
Yet, still, the gods are thirsty, they cannot drink enough!
The twisted Bacchanalia is over, the participants are spent,
Their pleasures given into, their insanity given vent!
They linger in the grove, basking in the raw, primal, power…
Whilst from the soil’s grasp is released, a single crimson flower.
When the Moon is, in the heavens high,
And the night is radiant and all aglow…
The time for the crimson harvest cometh nigh,
And the face of Diana Lucifera, the gods do show.
The air is crisp; the breath is rendered pure,
Te tide is high, near every slick wet shore!
On such a pale evening, strange things occur,
In elder times, this is how things oft were…
Behold the dark pilgrims, clad all in black,
Behold the lightning and the thunder crack!
The robed ones move slowly up a mighty hill.
Chanting they are, in tongues from ages long dead.
They are come to sacrifice a life, to ritually kill,
And most eager they are, to stain their hands red.
Atop the hill is a dark and twisted grove of ancient oaks:
Some say the trees are giants who have not yet awoke!
What those giants have seen would drive man mad,
Could they describe what their wooden eyes have: seen.
Even, if living human tongues they in fact had!
The Devil mayhap, or Lilith the Devil’s Infernal Queen;
And countless old spirits, both good ones and bad!
The Druids of Darkness were most powerful indeed,
And kings did their bidding, whilst heroes oft fell…
Slain in combat with many of the Children of Hell.
Sons and daughters of gods that walked in flesh,
Who craved the taste of blood spilled always fresh!
Vampires, werewolves, and demons of the Abyss,
Some said these they were, and stayed well away…
From incubi and succubus, and their oft fatal kiss.
Hide from them, mortals, and wait for the light of day…
For is thy ignorant fear not truly a fear of forbidden bliss!
Art thou monks or nuns, to fear every secret delight?
Thou art afraid of the pleasures that thou wilt miss.
Be not foolishly afraid, but come and embrace the Night!
The altar is made from solid blackened stone,
Seeming to rise from the rich and equally black soil.
Yet this: was not raised by men of flesh and bone…
For no human had a hand in that long forgotten toil.
Though the blood of such hath nurtured it ever since,
Their skulls now stand in pillars mounted on either side.
All for the delight of Hell’s supreme Princess and Prince,
The Demon Lady and Lord who doth there, eternally, abide.
The pilgrims of the Fallen One’s own ineffable will,
Who are bathed in the glow of the Moon as it doth gleam!
An inhuman frenzy overcomes their once-mortal reason….
In orgies of lust and death, they seek to know every thrill.
They do all that men and women are never even dream!
Every perversion, they partake of, in its’ own season….
For no chaos is too frightful, no madness is too obscene.
Nothing that is done or not done in passion’s flowing stream!
No wickedness is beneath them, no delight beyond their grasp,
For they are the faithful of the Dragon, the Jackal: the Asp.
Screams of mortal victims, all throughout the woods, are heard,
Music for the pleasure of those druids, to enhance the hour…
For no cruel eccentricity, this night: is too strange or absurd.
It can only add to the building of unholy energy like a tower!
The spirits of the hill demand a mighty toll,
And they drink their victims: dry of blood, of life, of soul…
The wildflowers will surely bloom, watered with such rich stuff.
Yet, still, the gods are thirsty, they cannot drink enough!
The twisted Bacchanalia is over, the participants are spent,
Their pleasures given into, their insanity given vent!
They linger in the grove, basking in the raw, primal, power…
Whilst from the soil’s grasp is released, a single crimson flower.
- Deathless Passion -
I am so beautiful and strange in my darkness, dear sister…
The night doth so become me, in all of my sensuous grace!
I was always the maddest sort of rebel, as like fair Lucifer,
And the glory of that brightest angel now shines in my face.
Who shall bask in that light, so like the glow of the moon?
It is pale, perfect and lovely, a glorious glow like no other!
Come and dance beneath that ever wondrous, eternal sight,
Oh mortals: it is the radiance of the angels’ immortal boon.
Let our spirits so join in many crazed celebrations together,
As most benefits our pleasures, as is our fair decadent right.
Oh my children, my sons and daughters, progeny of love…
Let us take wing, in our swift and rapturously insane flight.
How we shall soar, into the spheres that await us far above,
Where we will bask in the darkness beyond the stars’ light!
My soft lips thou shall find sweeter than is honeyed mead,
Slick and moist they are, with the delicate rouge, of blood.
Taste of it, kiss me, and know the most covetous of need…
Lose thyself in my kiss and so fall, lost in pleasure’s flood.
I am the generous chalice that is the font of every passion!
Drink of me, and in thy sweet partaking: drown in warmth.
Let our souls be made as one, bound together in a fashion!
So let us take flight upon the winds, and so go freely forth,
Liberated thus, from the cruel bonds that clutch mortal life.
At last, we shall join in union that is eternal, and complete!
In this, we find remedy to the petty pains of worldly strife,
As we join in a joy both painfully sharp and so softly sweet.
All that thou wilt become will have so been created by me.
My blood and thy flesh; joined in a warmth thy and mine…
All that thou art shall be recreated until my dark is in thee!
Thy blood and my flesh; I am the dark grail of love’s wine.
Into the cold gray of an evening’s ebb and flow of its’ tide,
We shall step together beyond the delicate curtains of mist.
We will lose ourselves in the shadows of the countryside…
Where not a living soul doth dwell, to shake its’ angry fist.
All that is not done by the false moralities of humankind…
All that is feared and forbidden, even since the elder days,
We will give ourselves over to, in a darkness of our mind.
And in the name of darkness, we shall give all our praise!
As the swear of mad lovemaking pours on down our skin,
My lover inhales the perfumed scent of my sweet breath…
Whilst he and I give ourselves over, to the hunger within!
Let us glut ourselves to fullness, on the fruits of un-death.
Life’s fleeting summer moments must too soon give way,
To the long winter’s chill that endures seemingly forever!
When the final hours of sunlight have gone from the day,
Then shall come the long night’s soft velvet starry glitter.
I say why fear the inevitable turning and twisting of fate,
When the gods themselves ordained all that must thus be?
Even the ending of mortal life is not actually ever too late,
At least, not for we who have the long hours of eternity…
So let us indulge our deepest most sinfully forbidden lust!
As we partake of each other, in every way that we so can,
Before these shells we inhabit must return to earthen dust.
The state from which mortal life all at one point so began!
The fruits of life are the certainties, of our certain demise,
Yet, the fruit of death is the dark promise, of life undying.
In unchained passion, our most perfect dreams we realize,
Are all the secret truths behind this world’s mask of lying!
I hold in my hand, the crystalline sphere of absolute truth,
Dare you to accept what I hand you, and question it not?
All who touch my spirit do so and are by our tryst moved.
Dare you to look deeply into the labyrinth of my thought?
Oh dear sister, you cannot imagine the things in my spirit,
The things only my lover hath seen, and glimpsed purely.
I no longer shall fear the night, but rather I draw near it…
In a deathless passion which shakes the very stars, surely!
I am so beautiful and strange in my darkness, dear sister…
The night doth so become me, in all of my sensuous grace!
I was always the maddest sort of rebel, as like fair Lucifer,
And the glory of that brightest angel now shines in my face.
Who shall bask in that light, so like the glow of the moon?
It is pale, perfect and lovely, a glorious glow like no other!
Come and dance beneath that ever wondrous, eternal sight,
Oh mortals: it is the radiance of the angels’ immortal boon.
Let our spirits so join in many crazed celebrations together,
As most benefits our pleasures, as is our fair decadent right.
Oh my children, my sons and daughters, progeny of love…
Let us take wing, in our swift and rapturously insane flight.
How we shall soar, into the spheres that await us far above,
Where we will bask in the darkness beyond the stars’ light!
My soft lips thou shall find sweeter than is honeyed mead,
Slick and moist they are, with the delicate rouge, of blood.
Taste of it, kiss me, and know the most covetous of need…
Lose thyself in my kiss and so fall, lost in pleasure’s flood.
I am the generous chalice that is the font of every passion!
Drink of me, and in thy sweet partaking: drown in warmth.
Let our souls be made as one, bound together in a fashion!
So let us take flight upon the winds, and so go freely forth,
Liberated thus, from the cruel bonds that clutch mortal life.
At last, we shall join in union that is eternal, and complete!
In this, we find remedy to the petty pains of worldly strife,
As we join in a joy both painfully sharp and so softly sweet.
All that thou wilt become will have so been created by me.
My blood and thy flesh; joined in a warmth thy and mine…
All that thou art shall be recreated until my dark is in thee!
Thy blood and my flesh; I am the dark grail of love’s wine.
Into the cold gray of an evening’s ebb and flow of its’ tide,
We shall step together beyond the delicate curtains of mist.
We will lose ourselves in the shadows of the countryside…
Where not a living soul doth dwell, to shake its’ angry fist.
All that is not done by the false moralities of humankind…
All that is feared and forbidden, even since the elder days,
We will give ourselves over to, in a darkness of our mind.
And in the name of darkness, we shall give all our praise!
As the swear of mad lovemaking pours on down our skin,
My lover inhales the perfumed scent of my sweet breath…
Whilst he and I give ourselves over, to the hunger within!
Let us glut ourselves to fullness, on the fruits of un-death.
Life’s fleeting summer moments must too soon give way,
To the long winter’s chill that endures seemingly forever!
When the final hours of sunlight have gone from the day,
Then shall come the long night’s soft velvet starry glitter.
I say why fear the inevitable turning and twisting of fate,
When the gods themselves ordained all that must thus be?
Even the ending of mortal life is not actually ever too late,
At least, not for we who have the long hours of eternity…
So let us indulge our deepest most sinfully forbidden lust!
As we partake of each other, in every way that we so can,
Before these shells we inhabit must return to earthen dust.
The state from which mortal life all at one point so began!
The fruits of life are the certainties, of our certain demise,
Yet, the fruit of death is the dark promise, of life undying.
In unchained passion, our most perfect dreams we realize,
Are all the secret truths behind this world’s mask of lying!
I hold in my hand, the crystalline sphere of absolute truth,
Dare you to accept what I hand you, and question it not?
All who touch my spirit do so and are by our tryst moved.
Dare you to look deeply into the labyrinth of my thought?
Oh dear sister, you cannot imagine the things in my spirit,
The things only my lover hath seen, and glimpsed purely.
I no longer shall fear the night, but rather I draw near it…
In a deathless passion which shakes the very stars, surely!
taking out the bins
Slaughtering to angelic violins
Accompanied by silent mandolins
God told me go and purge their sins
The needful slaughter, now begins
Rohypnol mixed in cocktail gins
then muffled screams like rattling tins
Duct tape bound up wrists and chins
Slice off skin, steak out with pins
I’m makin a suit from human skins
Ive got a white dress like Marilyn’s
Now nobody laughs, no one grins
We almost look a lot like twins
Boo-boo be do
As for my pathetic victims
Well; I’m only taking out the bins
Slaughtering to angelic violins
Accompanied by silent mandolins
God told me go and purge their sins
The needful slaughter, now begins
Rohypnol mixed in cocktail gins
then muffled screams like rattling tins
Duct tape bound up wrists and chins
Slice off skin, steak out with pins
I’m makin a suit from human skins
Ive got a white dress like Marilyn’s
Now nobody laughs, no one grins
We almost look a lot like twins
Boo-boo be do
As for my pathetic victims
Well; I’m only taking out the bins
