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| 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 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 |
| The Black goddess Rises |
| 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 |
| A crescendo of Passion Bleeding |