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"Live In Dynamo '99" (1999)
1. Intro2. Nocturnal SupremacyWeak midnight promises of loveWere wept upon Her graveAnd shunned by stars aboveIn mortal life lurks my dismayAn Angel stole my heartand Death took Her awayShe sleeps beyond the grace of godA dreaming beautyIf wishes could only fray that bondThe dead would sing for me...Twelth moon arose with ghostly voiceA poet's serenadeHer name a whisper 'pon my lipsAnd lo, Rorasa cameFear me not my grieving KingFunereal in breathThe secrets of the dark I knowAnd thus, we shall cheat Death"My promises wrought though despondence that nightHave delivered me gifts from the graveRorasa enshadowed and eternal lifeNever a Devil so vainThe Angel is fallen, for I thought her lostAnd no heaven would silence the painTeach me these secrets, the sensual frostDesire for warm blood againPrincess lay down thy florid cheekIn drunken splendourTonight rare regal fate has castThe wolves among the sheepDark nature clasp my soulAround Her throat mine arms enfoldTo sleep, perchance to dreamAnd then...To dusk and flesh ascendThe Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skiesand wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abideFrom writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shoreThrough the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels warAs phantoms we have fled the basilisk of dayTo rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking preyWe rule like the red and risen moon upon the seaThe stars of judgement silent, for we share joyousEternityDamnationSalvationStigmata plagueThe wine of Bacchus flowsListen to the thunder rageDeceivers dragged before their crossI am He that vanquished DeathAnd bore the sting of lossWhat vulgar christ will unprise my grasp?His temple, ruined, burnsAnd sweet Rorasa laughsI am enamoured and imparadisedTo catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes"I will crush them allIf this holds thy delight"Rather dead forever than to lose herNymph-lascivious Aphrodite3. Ebony Dressed For Sunset4. 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 againI 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 forest5. Cruelty Brought Thee OrchidsMaleficent in dusky roseGathered satin lapped Her breastsLike blood upon the snowA tourniquet of TopazGlistened at Her throatAwakening, pulled from the tombHer spirit freed eclipsed the moonThat She outshone as a fallen starA regal ornament from a far flung nebularHer likeness hung in the black galleryCommanding uneaseDemanding of Death to breathe....Midst the whirl and daylight faunaOf society at courtElizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applauseThough Her torchlit shadowThrown upon damp cellar wallsGreeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralledThirteen Winter solstices had shownHer path, that the darkHad marked its dominionSpaying the confessorWhose caresses she'd known,As whipcord in the House of DogHer cold cunt meat on holy boneRaped of faith, She now embracedThe narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's faceWith this disdain, inside these veins(Highborn wanton that She was)She sought to keep what age would claimHer soul was sold and for this tollReeking pyres ever smoulderedOn the whims of one so in controlElizabeth, mysterious.Cruelty brought thee orchidsFrom the bowels of the abyssOnce upon atrocity when midwitches stifled criesAnd carved abortive runes in reddened wombsExhumed by scrying eyesMadness came uponHer like an amourous lover's seedLifesblood splashed upon Her skinIn gouts torture unleashedAnd to Her dead reflectionTwas as if Her pallor gleamedLike an angel's warmed by candlesWhere erotic stains had cleavedSo demons dragged this libertineLusts screaming for releaseUpon the flesh of maidens preenedAs canvas for capriceExacting obeisanceHer gaze held a seanceOf spirits too trapped under glass to communeA sleeter mistress than LunaWhose threats to consume HerMet with torments giving vent to Her swoonFlat on Her backPack-prey for the reamsOf verses and cursesThat haunted Her dreamsMidnightmare chimedThirteen in Her mindA disciple of scarsBranded years hissed behindRidden split-thighedBy the Father of liesAn ovation of wolvesBlushed the skies as they writhedBut Heaven is never foreverShe came, a spent stormFrom the clouds...Leaving serpents in officeInside every gateTo lick righteous holesBlinding Lords to the fateOf virgins forced nakedTo defile on rent kneesHacked and racked backwardsMenses choking their pleas"More. Whore. More.Twitching make me wet with theeCarcass rub me raw"6. From The Cradle To EnslaveTwo thousand fattened years like maniacsHave despoiled our common graveNow what necrophagous Second Coming backsFrom the cradle to enslave?Sickle constellationsStud the velts that welt the skuWhilst the Bitter winter moonProwls the clouds, dead,eyedLike shifting parent fleshUnder silk matricide...Watchful as she was upon EdenWhere every rose arbour and orchard she swepthid the hissing of a serpent LibidoIn an ancient tryst with catastropheSoon to be keptHear that hissing now on the breezeAs through the plundered groves of the carnal gardenA fres horror blowsBut ten billion soulsAre blind to see the rotting wood for the treesThis is the theme to a better ArmageddonNightchords rake the heavensPandaemonaeonAnd what use are prayers to that ?god??As devils bay concenus for the space to pissOn your smouldering faithAnd the the mouldering faceOf this world long a paradise lostThis is the end of everythingHear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bringDance macabre 'neath the tilt of the zodiacNow brighter stars shall reflect on our fateWhat sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black?The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back...I see the serpentine in your eyesThe nature of the beast as revelations arriveOur screams shall trail to AngelsFor those damned in flames repayAll sinners lose their lot on Judgement DayWe should have cut our losses as at CalvaryBut our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain beliefSalvation, like a promised nationGleamed a claim away...This is the end of everything you have ever knownBuried like vanquished reasonDeath in seasonDriven like the drifting snowPeace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising warOn our knees or another fucker's shoreHeiling new fleshRead, then roaredTo a crooked cross and a Holy CauseWhat else be whipped to frenzy for?This is the end of everythingRear the tragediesThat the Seraphim shall singOld adversariesNext of EveNow they're clawing backI smell their cummingAs through webbed panes of meatLed by hoary DeathThey never leftDreaming sodomiesTo impress on human failureWhen we've bled upon our kneesTablatures of gravel lawShall see Gehennag pavedWhen empires fallAnd nightmares crawlFrom the cradle to enslave...This is the end of everything7. Dusk And Her EmbraceWhen the sun has wept upon the waveless lakeAnd the mists steal in with easeCovened wolves are their eerie dissonant napesIn adoration of the moon and thee"They call as I to thee...."And I will come, as if in dreamMy languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian QueenOf vengeful, ancient breedGilded with the pelts of many enemiesErishkigal, raven-hairedThy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despairI can taste thy scent by candlelightLegs of porcelain traced and laced to their lairAppease the beast on spattered sheetsDyed unearthly red as sobriety weepsNocternity....She shall come for meA black velvet painting sprung to elegant lifeLike a poignant Madonna perverted to nightAnd I have ridden from the westerning lightTo expend my lustTear away the funereal dressKnow that I will escape from my deathSurrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caressLo! The pale moonlightWeaves a poetic spell of vital death and declineOf mist and moth and the hunger insideKisses took to fever and the fever, demise"Through twilight, darkness and moonriseMy scarlet tears will runAs stolen blood and whispered loveOf fantasies undone"Countess swathed in ebonyAnd snow-white balletic graceRouge-filmed lips procure the wishFor lust and her disgraceDusk and her embraceWe shall flit through the shadowsLike a dream of (were)wolves in the snowUnder deadly nightshadeStill warmed with the kill's afterglowBeneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me(Beneath the stars taste the death in me)Bequeath to me thy fiery kissTo sever thin mortalityElizabethMy heart is thineThy fragrant words Warm within like wine...."Let me come to thee"With eyes like AsphodelMoon-glancing, loose desires freeTo writhe under my spell"Ereshkigal, raven-hairedThy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despairI know thy scent by candlelightImmortal flesh I yearn to shareAppease the beast on spattered sheetsDyed malefic red as sobriety weepsNocternityShe shall come for me....Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubusHow the full embosomed fogImparts the night to us....8. The Principle Of Evil Made FleshFrom the primeval masslet precious chaos ventSacred flesh drenched in fornicationbeloved of 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 sichanderlieb festhaltenfuer immer betend auf knienvor der (finisteren) goettenI 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 rising9. The Twisted Nails Of Faith"Mirror, mirror on the wallShouldst not grave pleasures be my all?For if I shall see thy Will be doneGrant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue"Three moondials froze in the shadow of sixAs another soul passed to the grasping StyxClutching their trinket crucifixBats blew from eaves in a dissonant surgeOmens of corruption from within the churchA fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirthAlone as a stone cold altarThe castle and its keepLike faerytale dominion roseA widow to the snow peaksWherein reclined the CountessLimbs purring from the killBathed in virgin white and like the nightAlive and young and unfulfilledWas it the cry of a wolfThat broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?Of Her life as a mere reflection(As the moon's in narrow windows caught)That opened like dark eyelids onThe sigh of the woods that the wind fell uponLike a Siren weaving songFrom the lilt of choirs chokingWhere the vengeful deadBelong...To the Sorceress and Her charnel artsShe swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scarsTo unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despairShod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there,In netherglades tethered where onyx idols staredWas it the Kiss of the mistThat peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?Lost souls begging resurrectionFrom Gods upon their forest plinthsWhose epitaphs read of re-ascending to winRemission from despair through a holocaust of sinIn a tongue hilted in invective rectumsOver signs and seals the sorceress prayedTo Death, to rend the slender veilThat Ancient Ones might rise againAs shadows swelledThe Countess fellTo masturbating with Her daggerAs the Witch gabbled spellsCumming heavy roses all the way to HellAs sudden thunder's grue harangueAnnounced two pincered worldsExuding bane, something cameWith the stench of necrophiled gravesTo these clandestinesWho shrank from glimpsing horrorThat the growls of mating houls inclined...ResplendentIn pendants(Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns)A demons, bewinged, bedightIn scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to runAn arctic tongue upon Her vulvaWhere rubies smeared to alabaster thighsGlittered like a contract in the purse of a whoreReceiving sole communion from the body of christ"If blood is what thou carves, foul fiendI will yield this witch to theeIf thou wouldst draw a veil for MeO'er lengthening scars of age and grief"As the Demon slavered foetid vowsAnd bore His prey awayIn talons itching to perpetrateThe nausea of eternal rapeThe Sorceress screaming in His graspSpat a final curse to stainThe Countess with the promiseThat Her lord at war would be cruelly slainAnd She would rot.AloneInsane.On the twisted nails of faith.10. Malice Through The Looking GlassTake away the wineFor restlessness plagues me....I am assailed by a spectre profounderThan hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crimeI shalt suffer this confessional mimeAwaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seasOnly once it is dark doth my misery ceaseShe died to a sky dressed in flameEyes full of curses for her killers by choiceWho fell to their god o'er her vision and voice"I am as dusk come to ravish the light"Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night"I will answer thy prayers"If thou Wouldst drink of my life....
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