2. Cthulhu Dawn

Cthulhu dawn

Spatter the stars

Douse their luminosity

With our amniotic retch

Promulgating the birth

Of another Hell on Earth

Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh

A necrotic cattle brand

The hissing downfall pentagram

Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned

But no Passover is planned

A great renewal growls at hand

And only when they're running

Will they come to understand...

So ends the pitiful reign of Man

When the moon exhales

Behind a veil

Of widowhood and clouds

On a Biblical scale

We raise the stakes

To silhouette the impaled

Crowds...

Within this kissed disembowel arena

A broken seal on an ancient curse

Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach

With lightning reach and genocidal thirst

Mountains of archaos theories

In collision as at planetary dawn

Apocalypse's razorbacks

Beat wings on glass as thunder cracks

Unfurled across a world hurled to the black

Cthulhu dawn

Shatter the glass house

Wherein spirits breathe out

Halitosis of the soul

From a recking abscess

Plague of far righteousness

All fates hang in the balance

Mocking crucified dolls

An inquisition outs

When the Sun goes out our powers

Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel

As they have for countless lustrum

In dark Midian accustoned

To burning effigies of our enemies well

So begins the sibilant world Death knell...

When a corpse wind howls

And awakes from drowse

The scheming dead freed

Of gossamer shrouds

We gorgonise eyes

Of the storm aroused

Red...

Blinding time

All lines dine on this instance

A melting spool of beggar, negative frames

The skies teem alive, to watch die

Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves...

Cthulhu dawn

3. Saffron's Curse

Through arcades where shimmering snowfall

Lay in state with the sad and damned

A rent lament barely flung above a whisper

Drew Me like a ghost to the haunts of Man

I Found Her tempting fate between Her wrist and razor

A kindred spirit in a graveyard

Beneath the stature of a colder saviour

Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques

And through the chill earth it bedwed Her drawling breast

Like a come dream true under etched glass spent

Making love to the beautiful dead

She has sinned and severed Heaven

And in it's vulgar sight

Two figures writhe, but one silhouette

Extends it's fingers to the light

"Gothic towers tottered on Her heels

As She fled asylum grounds

Committing hard crimes to soft cells

Where now another's screams resound"

From the gaspings in Her passing

Six feet under or beneath frayed gown

When Her hands pointed to midnight

In a white stained chamber bound

I Swept Her from the abyss of another dementia

Freeing Her soul from the fetters of fate

To take the reins of pleasure

Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure

At the glimpse of charmed pins in Her thighs

Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch

Out of spite and playful eyes

Pricked as a Witch Her stitches itch

For familiar lips to lick them dry

Whilst the dark regrasps, for if She asks

The Sun forsakes the rite to rise

And is the first to discern, that this Angel's return

Is a vengefull call on grace

For even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts

A leap of twisted fate betrayed...

The scars will last until the stars

Caught in Her train bewitched

Fall into line and yeild the sign

That Dawn in born to their eclipse

For Our Inhumankind

Comes an underdog day Sunrise

Rippling with fire llike femaledition

Wind amidst the flame

I gazed out

Tapped into the fog and shared her pain

When in her mind she sought his leave

And begged forgiveness

I splintered Her coffin and lay on the floor

Of a vault with Her clasped as the moon hugs the shore

What treachery this that She breathed no more?

Christ you bastard!

I wished Her back but the dead adored Her

Even wild winds sang in chora for Her

Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore

We'd be together more...

Creation froze with the triumph of Death

But still She stirred and awoke bereft

Of concern save for the aeons left

To lead the darkness...

She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it

I dream of being God but ever living to regret it

Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for

The Devil on Her knees

To grant Her lows a remedy

And mine desire's wish

To taste thereof of Heaven's scent

As sick and twisted as it is

For Her corset laced with arsenic

Hides snake curves within Her midst

Whilst Her halo of white lies supplies

Her temple to what God forbids.

4. Death Magick For Adepts

Come distortured artists

Bitter things seek meaning

Even if they're madness to behold

Once forbears to horizons

Where the dead stayed dreaming

Now nightmares waken souls

That fear the living's toll

Gova, Bosch and Brueghel

Three times moonwise stain thy graves

For words alone are at loss to trace

The face of today's inhuman wraith

One half adrift in the vast abyss

Of despair and misery

The other a mask of rich red lips

Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed

All damned in this inferno

Where even Virgil averts His eyes

From the black mass mutual gang rape

Of Caesing hands an forced divides

Trespass these seven gates

To a world bloodlet to shades

Where Seraphim

(Falling on deaf ears) bleat

Of their cold and coming Master's race

In the seweres of Babylon

Stillborn to a trough anon

Chimiracles will hatch like plots

To dredge faeces to pearl their cross

Enter Penteholocaust!

Five Aeons past, yet still Man grasps

At final straws to save his cast

His Lord is a leper we shall not want

He betrayed us with white lies

His acrid pall as of the tomb

Reminds us how we rot inside

Gutted like fool's paradise

Glutted on cruel appetites...

Holding court to chaos

Folding to far graver arms

A downfall fatal to all resounds

As orgies peak in self centred psalms

And Nature screams Her sufferings

Under bowed and cankered wings

A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning

Like the robes we've torn from Her

She begs Us lay Her pain to rest

Lest We are left with nothingness

Save for Her stripped and ravished flesh

And if Her fate is not portent of Apocalypse

Then the comets that graxe nightskies

Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs

When you and I and all else dies...

It's rotting down

This carcass Maggotropolis

Interdependent as worms to the grave

Allah's true name is naught

Chist acannot save

Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps

Spells of regret...

Death Magick for Adepts

Be prepared to fulfill prophecies

The glorious fall of a sin dynasty

Gutted like fool's paradise

Glutted on cruel appeitites...

"We've woven hearts a thorn arbour

Left tear streaked reason upon the shore

And bereft of compass, star or more

Set out for this World's end

Few at the prow, most slave below

Painting coal a perfect gold

But for all it's worth, the engines slow

Dead in the brine again

Come cabin fever, sodomy on the bounty

Prey to phallus seas

That hiss and foam to douse disease

A storm roars on the way

Blacker than the Ace of Rapes

Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades

Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade

Sinks, dashed by seismic waves..."

5. Lord Abortion

I was born with a birthmark of cinders

Debris cast from the stars and Mother

A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters

Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead

The bonesaw on the backseat

On this bitter night of giving head

A sharp rear entry, an exit in red

Lump in the throat, on my come choke

The killing joke worn thin with breath

I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue

Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through

Aah! Nostalgia grows

Now times nine or ten

Within this vice den called a soul

Dying resurrection

I dig deep to come again

The spasm of orgasm on a roll...

I live the slow serrated rape

The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate

Victims force fed thair own face

Tear stains upon the drape

I should compare them

To a warm Summer's day

But to the letter, it is better

To lichen their names to a grave

Counting My years on an abacus strung

With labial rings and heartstrings undone

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead

The bonesaw on the backseat

On this bitter night of giving head

A sharp rear entry, an exit in red

Lump in the throat, on My come choke

The killing joke worn thin with breath

Horrorscopes My diorama

A twelve part (so far) psychodrama

Another chained I mean to harm Her

Inside as well as out

A perverts gasp inside the mask

I'm hard, blow My house of cards

All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts

In brute vermillion parts...

Now I slither through the hairline cracks

In sanity, best watch your back

Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide

Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack

My ambition is to slay anon

A sinner in the hands of a dirty God

Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais

Of light where faith leads truth astray

I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces

Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces

Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin

Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within

"My heart was a wardrum beat

By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults

When number thirteen fell in My lap

Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap

My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled

At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled

Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into

A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades

She went out like the light in My mind

Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...

Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks

Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch

I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously

But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?

I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do

Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."

The suspect shadow sher they least

Expect My burning grasp to reach

The stranglehold, the opened arms

Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred

Rainbows that My razors wrung

Midst Her screams and seams undone

Sung at the top of punctured lungs

I bite My spiteful tongue

Lest curses spat from primal lairs

Freeze romance where Angels, bare

Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair

I weep, they merely stare...

And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.

6. Amor E Morte

Her bouquets are wilted

Too long has She slept

Their cruel red mouths darkened

To bowed silhouettes

I saw in a new moon

With Her scent on my breath

But then all to soon

Came the hunger for flesh

I held Her in eyes like necropoli

Laying Her on a tomb with a view

Lighting Her from Her feet

To the stars in Her hair

Drove sweet blood to Her throat

And My lips parted there

(In the tone of splintered bone)

She screams benighted

My limbs ignite

A carneal carnivore

On all fours to go...

An ebon Nemesis

From torture gardens of Dis

Having never breathed an Eve

As far narcotic as this

Two spellbound hellhounds

Hearts pounding loud

Racing Heaven out of focus

Under quicksilver clouds

"God is maimed come let us prey..."

To lunar deities that pave deadways

Twixt the living and the grave

Amor e Morte

To cast our fearl shadows there

We made Love bleed on a Deathbed shared

Where, begging Me to feed

To best be Were...

I licked Her wounds and ate Her rare

Argentinum spurred

Her watnon words incurred

A sin ridden tongue

To open trading in fur

Never were those gates of pearl

So rubbed to their cusp

Never were the Worlds above

So bitten with the bestial...

Seraphim fell like guillotines

Giving gracious head

Instead of harking prophecies

And how our brother sang

Amor e Morte

In the thick evergreens

Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls

Shifting shape and lifting napes

To commemorate

Erotic stains

Amor e Morte

Unfasten thy masque

Come skyclad to my arms

Leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet

I yearn musky valleys that no Man hath seen

The chill keen of stars

Over Yew and deep wooded ravines

A hidden meridian

Where Midian may be...

In black antlered glades

Encunted in this forest Goddess

She whispers My name

I buck under flames

Animal nitrates

Howling through my veins

I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore

New lusts ecllipsing lips

That brought me to this verge of War

With inner beasts unleashed

To feast, fuck and run

Rampart in chase of She wolf pacts

Forged on heat with setting Suns

I love the night

It would murder My soul

Should I ever fall blind

For though thy flesh haunts

I keep also in mind

The stampede of clouds

From Dusk's predatory sky

Purple versed like the funeral hearse

That first turned thee over to My...

Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist

Dressed for the sepulchre

My Demon bride...

"God is maimed come let Us prey..."

To Lunar Deities that pave deadways

Twixt the living and the grave

Amor e Morte

Ours was a chorus for raucous souls

Shifting sape and lifting nape

To commemorate

Erotic stains

Amor e Morte

Amor e Morte

7. Creatures That Kissed In Cold Mirrors

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8. Her Ghost In The Fog

"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait

Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees

As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart

And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams

But oh, no tears please

Fear and pain may accompany Death

But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty

As We shall see..."

She was divinity's creature

That kissed in cold mirrors

A Queen of Snow

Far beyond compare

Lips attuned to symmetry

Sought Her everywhere

Dark liqoured eyes

An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours

Of my pondlife as pearl

Until those who couldn't have Her

Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...

The trees stank of sunset and camphor

Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw

An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast

On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight

Or to death as their way

They crept through woods mesmerized

By the taffeta Ley

Of Her hips that held sway

Over all they surveyed

Save a mist on the rise

(A deadly blessing to hide)

Her ghost in the fog

They raped left...

(Five men of God)

...Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there

Beneath the Cedar's stare

Silk dress torn, Her raven hair

Flown to gown Her beauty bared

Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost

I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood

"Never to part

Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:

"Come back to Me for

I was born in love with thee

So why should fate stand inbetween?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves

With dreams unsaid and final words

I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in the fog

10. Tortured Soul Asylum

"Oh, sweet Midian
I burn for thee at heart
Don't despair
Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather
To where pleasure rings deep secrets
In spurts after dark..."

Under full moons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
To curse the stars with vertigo
And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to darker sides
A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies

Midian...

Haunted by this portent
This obsession in my mind
With a city sunk below
Tall cedar groves and graves sublime
Sporting their importance
Marble wings spread to the skies
A vale of dreams that it would seem
The daylights race to leave behind

These visions struck like a furious fuck
Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls
Flashes of lust to dust
Splashed across my psychic pall
As hybrid lovers reached their cusp
With final thrusts I saw it all

Forbidden Midian
A long fabled Judecca
A sanctuary for sin...
To rival Heaven
Free of Eden's tragic wreck
(Though the only Angels in repose
Were those with ivy strangled necks)
Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault
Gaunt, haunched edifices
Midst lightfingered mists
From whence more awful shadows
Drew back rusted bolts
And dared a threshold
The searing Sun had knelt to kiss

Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth
The Tribes of Christ will not forgive
And shall not suffer their kind to live

For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs
Or their waltz so sibilant
Through the gathering gloom
But from flumes of the moon in bloom
Baring cach a face effaced
And raped in the womb

In hidden Midian
A vatican lying in state
For the sanctity of sin...
To rival Heaven
Above Eden's birth defects
Though the only Angels that arose
Were those who fell to most requests
Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters
Haunched, flaunted orifice
Midst lighter fingered mists
Whilst I watched without revolt
Carnalities few beasts permit

Between the dog and wolf
Bared fangs met in intercourse
A nightly rite of teeth and cunt
For those below who rose to hunt

Sor sights that preyed on Me for days
And in laudenum's haze
I painted them all...

The slew of sith and kin
I drew in blood, my veins in thrall
To Deathugees at peace within
(An underworld free of Mortal rule)
Crotesques and wolves in womens skins
The raven winged and missing limbed
Suicides and split thighed Seraphim