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"The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh" (1994)
1. Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding)2. The Principle Of Evil Made FleshFrom the primeval massLet precious chaos ventSacred flesh drenched in fornicationBeloved by SetMay the winds gather her togetherFrom the secrets of menAfter thousands of years of terrifying silenceShe comes again(All Destroyer)The abolition of the yeshua begins...Shattered are the icons of the worthlessThe Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie bornScattered are the wings of the virulent holyLeave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogsWorld without endCherish the lissome wants of pernicious evilDusk in her eyesTorn bloody weeping skiesDarkness will hasten to devourAnd the weak will flee or dieSie sind es die sichAn der Liebe festhaltenFěr immer betend auf knienVor der finsteren gćttinI slay the lamb in the fervour of thineAbandonment unto Our LadyWith a quenchless thirst for the infiniteFor Her that exists beyond all knowledgeStorming from tired centuriesUnder the glare of a waxing death-moonTerrible beauty of love severedRip the baby from the virginal wombThe blood of JesusIs the wine of the deadAnd the drunken angelsBleed with incestThe Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breastsAnd yield the swords that sever and stainThere will be no act or passion wroughtThat shall not be attributed to Her namesTo the name of Baphomet...Artemis, Bastet, AstarteI yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising"Weltmacht oder Niedergang"3. The Forest Whispers My NameBlack candles dance to an overtureBut I am drawn past their flickering lureTo the breathing forest that surrounds the roomWhere the vigilant trees push out of the wombI sip the blood-red wineMy thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of timeFrom knowledge drunk from the fountain of lifeFrom Chaos born out of love and the scytheThe forest beckons with her nocturnal callTo pull me close amid the baying of wolvesWhere the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scornIn the dark, odiferous earthWe embrace like two lovers at deathA monument to the trapping of breathAs restriction is bled from the veins of my neckTo drop roses on my marbled breastI lust for the wind and the flurry of leavesAnd the perfume of flesh on the murderous breezeTo learn from the dark and the voices betweenThis is my will...The forest whispers my name... again and againWhen the moon is fullWe shall assemble to adoreThe potent spirit of your Queen,My mother great Diana.She who fain would learn all sorceryYet has not won its deepest secrets,Then my mother willTeach her, in truthAll things as yet unknownI walk the pathTo the land of the Dark ImmortalsWhere the hungry ones will carry my soulAs the wild hunt careers through the boughsCome to me, my Pale EnchantressIn the moon of the woods we kissArtemis be near meIn the arms of the ancient oakWhere daylight hangs by a lunar nooseAnd the horned, hidden one is re-invokedThe principle of EvilEvolution has been recalledBeneath the spread of a Magickal AeonI 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."[A.C. Swinburne]4. Iscariot5. The Black Goddess RisesThee I invoke, bornless oneAll woman, pure predatorWherein conspiracy and impulse dwellLike a seething fall from graceThee I worship...Thou art darkest GabrielleLilith who rode the steedThou art pale HecateRising from ThessalyCrush their unworthy idolsNo church shall bar our pathSeductive Evil, drink your fillOf the bleeding christ in your armsYou are in my dreamsThe darkness in my eyesThe rapture in my screamsBlack Goddess ariseNothing will keep us apartWe could kill them allIf our desire tore freeOur union is one, sweet, sinful EveAnd the night draws in beside herAs we embrace the dark side by sideI pour my soul to those eyes full of fireTo harvest the seed ploughed inside herArchangel, snare the fleshSuck dry the ebbing woundLeave them lifeless and brokenMy beloved...Oh, how I craved for youYou so pure and other-worldly with your scent of WinterAm 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 QueenCome forth to meAnd help me seizeMy future from the House of DeathThat in the release of immortalityI should slay their fucking nazareneAh... the lies... the jew... I kill for youHidden lusts will break the gates and swarmAs love secretes the thrill for warThe virgin raped shall seek to whoreShe-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?"[Traditional]6. One Final Graven Kiss7. A Crescendo Of Passion BleedingSpells lay daggers before mePassion speaks in grue vehement stabsTrance my eyes, fix my focus to painThe tumour grows until the enemy is slain(Gut The Church)Slightless stormKnee-deep in hate I seethMy purpose here has woken to breathTotal war on the brethren of MenMillions regardlessDying by my handA Black Age Of FireBrief in its vicious eloquenceRemoving the drossLove will arise from the ashes of your lossThen and only thenWill the pleasure of Eden be mineAnd the sinews of life itself will be tiedIn the very veins of my bloodlineAnd their tears taste like wine...I will rule as a kingAnd the Goddess will sit as my guiding QueenIn the glory of the earth our crowns are studdedWith the jewels of blasphemyThe blood is the life!I seek to evoke a new order in ManA flood of compulsion to resurrect KhemThe lion is vexed to uproot and descendChaos my steed in the thick, clinging dustTempering weapons of criminal lustI hold sway from the East to fulfill propheciesThinning the cause as fresh cells to diseaseThe blood is the life!Even the moon will not lend thee her lightThe darkness serves will to snuff out human lifeThat I might reclaim the world as my rightI kill without scruple or silent regretIn haunts of the sinister lunar aspectFor I am the pleasure that comes from your painTiny red miracles falling like... rainThe incessant pall of death surrounds meBut this is not the part of me that wishes to breedThere will be no dread thereafterThe mysteries I reveal unto theeI stir the hearts of the wisestBy the fools I will always be fearedMy Kingdom feeds off their slaughter...A crescendo of passion bleeding...On the pale reflection of dawnDevour The Sun"The Great Man of his timeIs He who expressesThe Will of his time;Who tells his time what it wills;And who carries it out"[Hegel]8. To Eve The Art Of WitchcraftCrawl in awful stealth to meForever a voyeur I've beenNocturnal Goddess of the MoonSo she comes, unseenThus (Uzza and Azel) speakThe burning seed, is thrust in EveAnd yearning keeps me, captive of desireMake me as a flower that growsForever in your throneThat I might pollinate the worldWith darkness as your ownEmbrace me in spellbinding eyesThe fire of life that never diesTear deeper through my paper woundsAnd never leave insideLove shall consume and bathe the LadyWhom I worship and ride thereonShe will greet me as a serpentIn her dark, secret EdenAnd I will always wantFor her witchcraft isDesire... (Desire...)My soul is poisoned from within...I crawl with languid guilt to theeForever flushed in sinLamia, latria I giveMy soul is poisoned from withinWisdom breeds, fecundityAnd her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desireTo Eve I cum...Sevenfold my passion wroughtTo ransack Eden, and to taste the whoreI cling beyond her sabled courtShe is a gateway, to that darkness lost(Now dream...)I am the gentle streamThat trickles through the summer gladesOf ever green peaceTherefore we will drink my sleep and dreamI am the bleeding sky,The snatching wind of warBlowing through the savage gardenMy crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lustLike strings to be pulled, and cutI will make my puppets danceThe men will bow down before meTo take my flesh as lucid thoughtsOf dark, unbridled lustI am all these things and moreThus I await you, nemesis of restraintThe code of life, and the bride of evil itselfOh, the fevered need for HerWhen greed and lust are sharpened in that one desireThe all-consuming fireReveal to me your mysteries, WitchThe tree is plundered but I have the seedTo be sown in thee"Mon sortilege a ete le pouvoir qui dioventAvoir les ames fortes sur les espirits faibles"[Leonora Galigai]9. Of Mist And Midnight SkiesWe, the nocturnal fewBound by other lawsTo the service of the enemies of godAre silent and hiddenYet our exquisite fire burns onPoised to engulf...Tie a man to his godHe may not walk for fearOf falling foul to temptationWhere once faith stood her groundRenounce the guilt, ignite the flameCast the fetid virgin back from where she cameDrink deep of the promise in my eyes...Of mist and midnight skiesI drown in fathomless dreamsAnd in the reeking mire of virtue screamI yearn to sell my very soul(And you shallFor none so dark & sinisterWill arise to embrace the Arts)Do What Thou WiltUntil the stones in my heart stand stillRegardless of the cost to your repugnant godThe last May frost may blight the cropsAnd will never be ascribed to be heavenly dogOr nature, but infernal tasks..."By your cursings and imprecationsYou wrong both Man & beastBy whatever whim you serveOf the Devil your leige"Tie belief to the trinity, and seven waysWill be wrought to condemn theeConspiring to cull the pagan waysTwist back their lies, personify their needsThe war begins by Satanic decreeIf 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 leagueAnd bring the host of the nazarene to their kneesBreath the life of an entity never-bornDarkness now descend in raven formThe words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic threadArcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to meI pour my lovelorn kisses at your feetRaper of all my worldly enemiesLycanthropy, please poison meSend acausal instincts crawling my brainTake me, Mistress, until perversion is fedDark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-headThe cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangsFor now we congregate where once my angel sangThat night they came and took her away from meI lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curseAnd to spit in the face of their... "god"We will ride againIn the midnight skies10. In Secret Love We Drown11. A Dream Of Wolves In The Snow"Oh, listen to themThe children of the nightWhat sweet music they make"[From Bram Stoker's "Dracula" (1897)]May dreams be brought that I might reach...The gentle strains of midnight speechAnd frozen stars that gild the forest floorThrough the swirling snowVolkh's children comeTo run with me, to hunt as oneTo snatch the lambs of christFrom where they fall...12. Summer Dying FastThrough acrid clouds of summer fliesThe garden swells with a thousand more wiseForever flung to celestial dreamsClawing at the grave of the dead nazareneI watch the storm approachingThe darkness calls my nameThe trees are growing restlessThey feel the season changeTheir fruit has putrifiedForbidden once and bound to dieThe thread of life lies severedOn the brink of paradiseGrinning winds of hate unfurledDash towers tall that grip the sunTalons stretch her veilReclamation, our time has come...Autumn spreads its golden wingsAnd lays the path for those unseenA tangled web of evil spun at last...Winter spawn from barren thighsTo readdress, to slay the blindAnd throw the reins untethered to the skiesThey pray to the full moon risingDiana moving with such infinite graceWrapped alone in a blanket of nightfallHow many secrets can they read by your face?Will they know of majestyOf beauty held in dream-dead sleepAnd scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?Will their "god" of bridled loveAssuage our rule from planes aboveOr shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?WAR!Wrest askew the nailsThat have held you, lurking deepSeptember prayers are waningBurn the shrines of fettered sheepSpearhead the insurrectionOf a world that seeks no end"We are what we are, what we shall be, again..."Appear; draped in terrorTo the comfort of your kinStain the milky sunset redAnd let the other in...Summer's dying...13. Imperium TenebrarumSwords in hand at the bloody fields of historyWe rend our blades through dogma and humilityCarve the future according to our willSet worlds ablaze with our seething fireLet you all acknowledge that we are hereAs masters to rule this failing humanityOur beings formed in rage and defianceWith strength to trample the weak and the foolishAnd so we march with burning brandsTemples of flame on our path to glory
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