From the primeval mass

Let precious chaos vent

Sacred flesh drenched in fornication

Beloved by Set

May the winds gather her together

From the secrets of men

After thousands of years of terrifying silence

She comes again

(All Destroyer)

The abolition of the yeshua begins...

Shattered are the icons of the worthless

The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born

Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy

Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs

World without end

Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil

Dusk in her eyes

Torn bloody weeping skies

Darkness will hasten to devour

And the weak will flee or die

Sie sind es die sich

An der Liebe festhalten

Fěr immer betend auf knien

Vor der finsteren gćttin

I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine

Abandonment unto Our Lady

With a quenchless thirst for the infinite

For Her that exists beyond all knowledge

Storming from tired centuries

Under the glare of a waxing death-moon

Terrible beauty of love severed

Rip the baby from the virginal womb

The blood of Jesus

Is the wine of the dead

And the drunken angels

Bleed with incest

The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts

And yield the swords that sever and stain

There will be no act or passion wrought

That shall not be attributed to Her names

To the name of Baphomet...

Artemis, Bastet, Astarte

I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising

"Weltmacht oder Niedergang"

3. The Forest Whispers My Name

Black candles dance to an overture

But I am drawn past their flickering lure

To the breathing forest that surrounds the room

Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb

I sip the blood-red wine

My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time

From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life

From Chaos born out of love and the scythe

The forest beckons with her nocturnal call

To pull me close amid the baying of wolves

Where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn

In the dark, odiferous earth

We embrace like two lovers at death

A monument to the trapping of breath

As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck

To drop roses on my marbled breast

I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves

And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze

To learn from the dark and the voices between

This is my will...

The forest whispers my name... again and again

When the moon is full

We shall assemble to adore

The potent spirit of your Queen,

My mother great Diana.

She who fain would learn all sorcery

Yet has not won its deepest secrets,

Then my mother will

Teach her, in truth

All things as yet unknown

I walk the path

To the land of the Dark Immortals

Where the hungry ones will carry my soul

As the wild hunt careers through the boughs

Come to me, my Pale Enchantress

In the moon of the woods we kiss

Artemis be near me

In the arms of the ancient oak

Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose

And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked

The principle of Evil

Evolution has been recalled

Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon

I stand enthralled

...In the whispering forest

"Pale, beyond porch and portal,

Crowned with leaves, she stands,

Who gathers all things mortal,

With cold immortal hands,

Her languid lips are sweeter,

Than love's who fears to greet her,

To men that mix and meet her,

From many times and lands.

 04. Iscariot

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5. The Black Goddess Rises

Thee I invoke, bornless one

All woman, pure predator

Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell

Like a seething fall from grace

Thee I worship...

Thou art darkest Gabrielle

Lilith who rode the steed

Thou art pale Hecate

Rising from Thessaly

Crush their unworthy idols

No church shall bar our path

Seductive Evil, drink your fill

Of the bleeding christ in your arms

You are in my dreams

The darkness in my eyes

The rapture in my screams

Black Goddess arise

Nothing will keep us apart

We could kill them all

If our desire tore free

Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve

And the night draws in beside her

As we embrace the dark side by side

I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire

To harvest the seed ploughed inside her

Archangel, snare the flesh

Suck dry the ebbing wound

Leave them lifeless and broken

My beloved...

Oh, how I craved for you

You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter

Am I to bleed myself dry to see your delight?

And the fear retreats forever

(Come to me... Black Goddess arise)

When my secrets are buried in thine

(Come to me... Black Goddess arise)

Under seven stars we came together

(Come to me... Black Goddess arise)

To plot the new age's decline

(Come to me... ARISE!)

Ishtar my Queen

Come forth to me

And help me seize

My future from the House of Death

That in the release of immortality

I should slay their fucking nazarene

Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you

Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm

As love secretes the thrill for war

The virgin raped shall seek to whore

She-wolf bare your snarling jaw

"Caught in thy net of shadows,

What dreams hast thou to show?

Who treads the silent meadows,

To worship thee below?"

7. A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding

Spells lay daggers before me

Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs

Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain

The tumour grows until the enemy is slain

(Gut The Church)

Slightless storm

Knee-deep in hate I seeth

My purpose here has woken to breath

Total war on the brethren of Men

Millions regardless

Dying by my hand

A Black Age Of Fire

Brief in its vicious eloquence

Removing the dross

Love will arise from the ashes of your loss

Then and only then

Will the pleasure of Eden be mine

And the sinews of life itself will be tied

In the very veins of my bloodline

And their tears taste like wine...

I will rule as a king

And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen

In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded

With the jewels of blasphemy

The blood is the life!

I seek to evoke a new order in Man

A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem

The lion is vexed to uproot and descend

Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust

Tempering weapons of criminal lust

I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies

Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease

The blood is the life!

Even the moon will not lend thee her light

The darkness serves will to snuff out human life

That I might reclaim the world as my right

I kill without scruple or silent regret

In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect

For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain

Tiny red miracles falling like... rain

The incessant pall of death surrounds me

But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed

There will be no dread thereafter

The mysteries I reveal unto thee

I stir the hearts of the wisest

By the fools I will always be feared

My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter...

A crescendo of passion bleeding...

On the pale reflection of dawn

Devour The Sun

"The Great Man of his time

Is He who expresses

The Will of his time;

Who tells his time what it wills;

And who carries it out"

8. To Eve The Art Of Witchcraft

Crawl in awful stealth to me

Forever a voyeur I've been

Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon

So she comes, unseen

Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak

The burning seed, is thrust in Eve

And yearning keeps me, captive of desire

Make me as a flower that grows

Forever in your throne

That I might pollinate the world

With darkness as your own

Embrace me in spellbinding eyes

The fire of life that never dies

Tear deeper through my paper wounds

And never leave inside

Love shall consume and bathe the Lady

Whom I worship and ride thereon

She will greet me as a serpent

In her dark, secret Eden

And I will always want

For her witchcraft is

Desire... (Desire...)

My soul is poisoned from within...

I crawl with languid guilt to thee

Forever flushed in sin

Lamia, latria I give

My soul is poisoned from within

Wisdom breeds, fecundity

And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire

To Eve I cum...

Sevenfold my passion wrought

To ransack Eden, and to taste the whore

I cling beyond her sabled court

She is a gateway, to that darkness lost

(Now dream...)

I am the gentle stream

That trickles through the summer glades

Of ever green peace

Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream

I am the bleeding sky,

The snatching wind of war

Blowing through the savage garden

My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust

Like strings to be pulled, and cut

I will make my puppets dance

The men will bow down before me

To take my flesh as lucid thoughts

Of dark, unbridled lust

I am all these things and more

Thus I await you, nemesis of restraint

The code of life, and the bride of evil itself

Oh, the fevered need for Her

When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire

The all-consuming fire

Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch

The tree is plundered but I have the seed

To be sown in thee

"Mon sortilege a ete le pouvoir qui diovent

Avoir les ames fortes sur les espirits faibles"

9. Of Mist And Midnight Skies

We, the nocturnal few

Bound by other laws

To the service of the enemies of god

Are silent and hidden

Yet our exquisite fire burns on

Poised to engulf...

Tie a man to his god

He may not walk for fear

Of falling foul to temptation

Where once faith stood her ground

Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame

Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came

Drink deep of the promise in my eyes...

Of mist and midnight skies

I drown in fathomless dreams

And in the reeking mire of virtue scream

I yearn to sell my very soul

(And you shall

For none so dark & sinister

Will arise to embrace the Arts)

Do What Thou Wilt

Until the stones in my heart stand still

Regardless of the cost to your repugnant god

The last May frost may blight the crops

And will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog

Or nature, but infernal tasks...

"By your cursings and imprecations

You wrong both Man & beast

By whatever whim you serve

Of the Devil your leige"

Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways

Will be wrought to condemn thee

Conspiring to cull the pagan ways

Twist back their lies, personify their needs

The war begins by Satanic decree

If Evil we be, we will our lives...

To mist and midnight skies

(I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children)

Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league

And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees

Breath the life of an entity never-born

Darkness now descend in raven form

The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread

Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me

I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet

Raper of all my worldly enemies

Lycanthropy, please poison me

Send acausal instincts crawling my brain

Take me, Mistress, until perversion is fed

Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head

The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs

For now we congregate where once my angel sang

That night they came and took her away from me

I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse

And to spit in the face of their... "god"

We will ride again

In the midnight skies

11. A Dream Of Wolves In The Snow

"Oh, listen to them

The children of the night

What sweet music they make"

[From Bram Stoker's "Dracula" (1897)]

May dreams be brought that I might reach...

The gentle strains of midnight speech

And frozen stars that gild the forest floor

Through the swirling snow

Volkh's children come

To run with me, to hunt as one

To snatch the lambs of christ

From where they fall...

12. Summer Dying Fast

Through acrid clouds of summer flies

The garden swells with a thousand more wise

Forever flung to celestial dreams

Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene

I watch the storm approaching

The darkness calls my name

The trees are growing restless

They feel the season change

Their fruit has putrified

Forbidden once and bound to die

The thread of life lies severed

On the brink of paradise

Grinning winds of hate unfurled

Dash towers tall that grip the sun

Talons stretch her veil

Reclamation, our time has come...

Autumn spreads its golden wings

And lays the path for those unseen

A tangled web of evil spun at last...

Winter spawn from barren thighs

To readdress, to slay the blind

And throw the reins untethered to the skies

They pray to the full moon rising

Diana moving with such infinite grace

Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall

How many secrets can they read by your face?

Will they know of majesty

Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep

And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?

Will their "god" of bridled love

Assuage our rule from planes above

Or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?

WAR!

Wrest askew the nails

That have held you, lurking deep

September prayers are waning

Burn the shrines of fettered sheep

Spearhead the insurrection

Of a world that seeks no end

"We are what we are, what we shall be, again..."

Appear; draped in terror

To the comfort of your kin

Stain the milky sunset red

And let the other in...

Summer's dying...

13. Imperium Tenebrarum

Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history

We rend our blades through dogma and humility

Carve the future according to our will

Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire

Let you all acknowledge that we are here

As masters to rule this failing humanity

Our beings formed in rage and defiance

With strength to trample the weak and the foolish

And so we march with burning brands

Temples of flame on our path to glory