Who can remember the last full moon of Autumn within an abysmal chasm of hellbound hearts reviled by the empty orbs staring from the dead man's noose lost betwixt the embrace of two lovers' suicide vows?
Wrought iron gates of godless hate Strum and drang twined claw and fang This house of Counts renounce the Faith
Wisps of crimson Jezebel From this world to Hell Goddamn the hand that feeds
These ghosts never fade Like the last days of fateful Pompeii The sort extorts the lowliest fix Those dreadful downfalls ...
I find myself within this infernal labyrinth With the lamenting crux grasped in my hands I have tasted the sins of the flesh And stained your memories with my will Buried hopes and dreams within the confines of nightmares Familial blood tattoos these killing fists Because my eternal endeavors Have led me to a Hell that I call Home
I will save my breath For screaming
This configuration Of desecration Has given me insight Of salvation And ultimate damnation
"A reality is just what we tell each other it is. Sane and insane could easily switch places, if the insane were to become the majority. You would find yourself locked in a padded cell, wondering what happened to the world."
The elder one is calling whispering SCREAMING not dead BUT DREAMING Do you dare speak His name scribbling CARVING his name ENGRAVING
Nightmares, awake and breathing new life Right here and now at the shrine of night Far reaching, no meaning Other than to devour all...
Hold me close the weather is cold The fire died so long ago Mama, at least you're here with me And quiet the voices below
Is there a world there at all? Together we can both fall
Lay me down to sleep and tell me good night And protect me from all the ghosts and wights We're in this together And trapped in this fever Blurring all the lines between wrong and right - WRONG AND RIGHT
Down at our cabin in the woods Closet of skeletons, feral Marked with the madness that they claim Winter kingdom, sing me carols...
At the cusp of creation Among the storms in the void Stones of infinite magick Shifted tombs within the soil Of Heaven torn asunder Godless endeavors came hence To the beckoning of Her Lilith on tides of war vents
the mother of Sin thrust into dreams of Hymn A TRAGEDY OF CHRISTIANITY pleasures of the Flesh can never Caress AWAY MISTRESS LILITH
Michael spied Lilith bathing With his throbbing sword in hand The siren song come and gone She rose from springs of the damned Michael's pulse...
you can't keep me in the shadows of your mind your mind if you don't mind is mine to rip asunder and dine any fucking time
Seven heads and ten horns Batter through the door Of reality, the frailty of enemies Paint my walls a crimson dream Birth of the demon seed Her chrysalis, the nemesis and incubus Reap the words she said Ten horns on seven heads
I'm hated in the first degree Walking this world tragically If I'm to be your villain Then I'm down for the killing