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Under
Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive Like Miss Leviathan
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Dirge
Inferno
“Carrion my name
For those who chose to mouth the curse
A tragic serenade
With Judas in my stride
The gothic halls of shame
Where statues coldly hold no worse
Than the murders I reclaim
From a dark, forsaken time”
Kissing heaven, spent
He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge
Wishing to repent
For the brute that ravaged free
In slight hands beauty weeps
Conquest’s deep methodical screwing
Hurt repeatedly
Like the world wound at his feet
Dirge Inferno
As it is written, damn it
So let it be wrung
From throats of those in overthrow
The past at last has come
The savage bite without respite
Pervades the freezing air
This winter chill, grist for his mill
If tears of joy will blear elsewhere
And church bells drown in the cracks of doom
The storms above us hue
As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues
Deflowering two by two
Hissing, malcontent
He storms the skies on electric discharge
Pissing in contempt
On the effigies of the weak
Killing all resolve
The great beast simmers, his scarlet women
Spit their vitriol
On the terrified face of peace
Dirge Inferno
As it is written, damn it
So let it be wrung
From throats of those in overthrow
The past at last has come
A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn
Have locked to hastened blood
The moon disrobes, to harden droves
Of legions pouring
These rivers press, his breath adorns
Senates and enemy seats
Whilst his power takes as ingratitude
The writhing of the weak
“Wormwood my name
The poisoned star that fell to earth
And blistered free of shame
In the pits of self-rebirth
Now those caves become a garret
Overseeing endless barracks
As the waters turn to claret
And the Vatican satins burn”
Tonight
in Flames
“I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of
life.
He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he
will be my son.”
When contrary winds blow across the sands
Their murmurs can be easily swayed
But when storms quicken one cannot placate
the howling of their murderous rages
Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand
beside our waiting graves
As war roars about our precious land
Seeking cause to subjugate
Tonight in flames
Tonight the world will fear our names
Tonight in flames
Stay my feeble heart
Our deaths will be the start
Of something glorious and vain
Tonight in flames
There is no fanatism as virile as faith
To blind his words are clear
“Suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel!
Assure your place in paradise here”
Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand
Beside her tiny grave
I will avenge her, do or damned
Her sacred mother did the same
Tonight in flames
Tonight the world will fear our names
Tonight in flames
Stay my feeble heart
Our deaths will be the start
Of something glorious and vain
Tonight in flames
I went to see her dance one day
In a play by a wailing wall
Now she is gone
But the song lives on
Zealous and maniacal
The Eastern sword must fall
“But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the
idolaters and all liars--
Their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulphur.”
Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand
Beside our waiting graves
As war roars about our precious land
Seeking cause to subjugate
Tonight in flames
Tonight the world will fear our names
Tonight in flames
Stay my feeble heart
Our deaths will be the start
Of something glorious and vain
Tonight in flames
Libertina
Grimm
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade
Wooed by Dresden serenades
Her soundtrack now a bombing raid
Bored of vaudeville
God was six days sober
On the night she was born
To the glistening star of a bible class
An icon now in religious porn
She was Alice through the gloryhole
An ejaculate misconception
Disney-esque, the high priestess
Of greed and deepest dark deception
All best-to-bury whims
For Miss Libertina Grimm
She, that little red riding crop
Brer Werewolf at her stocking tops
Beneath the tightened leather strop
on the Basque of houndervilles
At the stroke of midnight come
She polished verse and curses
In a poisonous pen dipped in omen
To her surgeon full of general curses
In the hand of morgue redeemers
Though the dead always pleased her more
Squatting in their coffins
Flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor?
Tip your hats
For sweet Libertina Grimm
Fantasy and candy stores
Snow white and the seven straws
Smoke and mirrors on all fours…
Libertina Grimm
Her brothers grim, her sisters through
The final dance will be the cue
She amputates to fit the shoe
Libertina Grimm
Libertina Grimm
Mystery kindled in a blackened room
Nine candles lit to improve the gloom
She see the dark as she feels her womb
Full of little secrets
They haunt her heart, those precious few
Those Count Lestats and Betty Blues
Those tortured souls just like me and you
Full of hidden secrets
No, don’t go
Don’t you leave me here
So alone
Libertina
No, don’t you go
Don’t you leave me here
So alone
Where the dead are free to roam
The
Byronic Man
(featuring guest vocals by HIM's Ville Valo)
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho
Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul
Is nothing but a spilt canopic jar
I proved it, improved it
Drove a sonnet, right through it
And in this state of bliss
Evil kissed with wet lips
Pen-filled fingertips
Which drew me, for through me
Illuminati usually pissed
But with words of some hurts worth
I threw a party that extended God’s list
Exciting new flames that my fame were claim for me
Reciting back the almanac of travesties
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in canto
Grown wild this childe
Whole harems defiled
Faustina’s and Mina’s
Lady libertine and her sisters between her
What spread of lies arise when lovers die
Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive?
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
Crow against the virgin snow
Grown colder, my shoulder
Like a boulder beside her
And bolder, not wiser
My dark seed took up root inside her
That mouldered, where older
Beddings would hold a passionate sigh
But laudanum and soda
Lord Numb coda
Merited a forest of inherited spite
Fleeing grief for foreign maps
I still played vampire aristocrat
Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps
Then shooting swans in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a fallen star
And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
To let you know just who you fucking are
The patron saint of heartache
Ever after, can they hear my laughter?
The patron saint of heartache
Never craft a better bed of disaster…
The patron saint of heartache
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in canto
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Whereupon I tell them
To go fuck their mothers
As so…
On my grave
I Am the
Thorn
The needle in the eye of the hurricane
The poison in the font
The nail in the coffin of the profane
I am the lot
Manical the fire
That weaves inside my soul
When dripping tongues of hate, envenomed, roll
Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars
My blood runs with the beasts
Though no crescent, cross
Or wandering star
Shalt witness my defeat
Born of jackal in the Vatican
To a loathsome flock
I have crept behind the drapes
And a wizard there is not
Just a white flag blackened by
Singing weapons that have led
A faith that soon dominions over
Desert kingdoms of the dead
I smell the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench
Of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets of greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of the holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am the thorn
Tangled are the thickets
That spare the virgin heart
From the waking grasp of rapists in the dark
Mountaineers that strive so far
For a Heaven grown from reach
That love herself is fabled
To be missing from their peaks
Save in one sole tower
Where the presence of a rod
Stays the sleeping beauty
From the prying fingers of the mob
I smell the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench
Of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets of greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of the holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am the thorn
I am the thorn
I am the Spear of Longinus
The sword of Damocles
Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus
The hammer of the gods in the prophet’s teeth
Saint Disgustus, President evil
Great white hopes of a shark-eyed people
Lights of the world now flicker and die
Impaled in the race, in the paling face
Where forked tongues pricked the skies
Choking on these words as I slither to their ear
As lightning strikes their blinded minds
I am not the hand of god…
I am the thorn
Territorial thieves
Ever stealing thunder for religious causes
I will bring you all down to your knees…
And fuck you over
Bouquets of greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of the holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am the thorn
I am the thorn
Cemetery
and Sundown
We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prise wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame
Cemetery and sundown
Against the flora of nightfall
We gather like the fauna of war
To curse Aurora so spiteful
With her stake in the coming of dawn
To conjure forth the past
Those heady nights of pain resplendent
In the service of the Goddess of Death
When her sheets ran royalty red
Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes
Shadows dance, eyes flicker in decent
Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent
On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness
We walk this Eden, a secret
Faces hidden under Leonine pride
In dusk’s embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking worlds collide
Too long have we skulked like drifters
In the cities of the neon sun
Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters
Mona Lisas where the paint has run
I miss our glorious past
Our nightly flights on fear dependant
Like phantoms in the eaves for Mss Christine
When the song bird broke her neck
Wolves howl their fogbound serenades
Churches arch their backs with balustrades
Praise be to the shedding of masquerades
When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid
Of the covenant made…
Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat
There is murder in the thirst
Rich red vascular tapestries
Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep
In dreams where themes of bestiality
Are a blessing on their Sunday sheep
Sermons hang a black gown
Over cemetery and sundown
Now the clock is harrying midnight
And the ghost of yet-to-come
Will she show rewrites of dark delight
Or the sewers we’ve overrun?
I see a winter palace
Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck
When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit
As I threw her to it bled
We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prise wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame
We walk this Eden, a secret
Faces hidden under Leonine pride
In dusk’s embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking worlds collide
Lovesick
for Mina
One might see in Mina
My disease
But it is She who has infected me
For all eternity…
As the sun slips the tearaway stars
Into the scented scheme of night
I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose
Set upon a marbled dream of white
So pure of thought like a Vestal statue
Jewelled with a God-lent grace
I was close to coming when She bid adieu
Fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there
Oh Mina, obscener
Thoughts obsess my days
Oh Mina, obscener
Thoughts possess me
That I must now obey
They say the darkest hour
Is that before the dawn
When nothing in one’s power
Can dissipate the great forlorn
Shadows of fire that haunt me
Like risen whispers of her name
For dawn is a dusk
Wherein needs must
Erupt from the grave, aflame
Written in the dead of night
And riding on the burning wind
Smitten by her read delight
My words alight like leaves of sin
Stepping through a mirror
The princess of the emerald glass
Brought me one sip nearer
Love’s infernal past…
They say Hell hath no furies
Like a woman scorned by life
When the Heavenly Judge and juries
Participate to chain this wife
With forced virtues, Her secret needs
Drew on my foreign blood
On warm wet nights, with storm-wracked bites
I gave her Eden after the flood
Written in the dead of night
And riding on the burning wind
Smitten by her read delight
My words alight like leaves of sin
Verona, Marishka, Aleera
Brides of old and goddesses all
Forgive my wishes to be always near her
Forever or whenever seas recall
This Aphrodite from my embrace
For as Mars (whom lips placate)
I tore these shores with wars and hatred
Before our Paris set his fate
In Helen, one might find mistake
In winning tragedy
For all eternity…
I am still lovesick for Mina
I am still so lovesick her
The
Foetus of a New Day Kicking
I’m chaos international
The writing on the wall
A Lazarus in parable
A dark and sullen lullaby
Whispered softly as you die
Promising torments are nigh
Danger warning levels hissed out loud
I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud
Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero
If yesterday you would have stood up proud
Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd?
I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking…
The foetus of a new day kicking
It’s true that Jesus cannot save
I worship from the grave
To put my double cross to shame
A poison rush, a heart attack
A white assassin painted black
You’ll fear this reaper coming back
Danger warning levels hissed out loud
I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud
Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero
If yesterday you would have stood up proud
Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd?
I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking…
On a night like this
You lay the serpent’s kiss
In this garden of Gethsemane
You played the traitor well…
In a dawn to come
I will blind the sun
To grant you pardon as my enemy
Before damning you to hell…
Danger warning levels hissed out loud
I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud
Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero
If yesterday you would have stood up proud
Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd?
I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking…
Rise
of the Pentagram
“One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell
sick with lament
To this house of incest, for when we undressed blasphemies against
Venus were rent
Though the sister removed her wed body approved the parade of my
heavenly quests
Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an
uncivil servants at best
For ousted from Eden I Fausted all reason hook in mouth like Saint
Peter Pan
To haunt fairy groves and hot virgin coves wherein the promiscuous
swam
I elected Lovers, and rejected others mephistressess that don’t give
a damn
But in those that still do, my deep interest grew the rise of the
true pentagram…”
Under
Huntress Moon
With the snow fallen thick
And bonfires alit
And shooting stars portent of rips
I ascended to spur
A mere glimpse or murmur
From her precious celestial lips
Be it sun to your moon
“Be it moon to your sun”
Together we promised to come
With a turn of the screw
And a slip of the tongue
We eclipsed one another undone
Through the mist, through the woods
With the night-wraiths I’ve stood
Atop murderous peaks calling you
On storm-lashed beachheads
Where the fishermen dread
The things your bewitchment accrue
Those deep creatures bring
Her cut diamond rings
A girl with a pearl necklace her
Advancing fevers
Tsunamis and myrth
Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr?
She lights the skies
Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean
To spite her thighs
That Lucifer stuck inside
And with his pride
Enclaves were upgraded to Goshen
So paradise
Could shine from out her skirts
I adorn myself at dusk
With ornaments to close the noose
A kiss as red as blood and as cold as hell
My body glows with lust
Anaemic as the flag of truce
I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell
With every twist I cannot resist her
Fertile female mind control
This Wanton witch, white-rapids sister
To whom I pour my wine and soul
From a copse of black yews
Where the moon was drawn through
Like a sword through a Gordian knot
She descended to me
Claiming swift victory
Over the heart I had near-soon forgot
With every kiss this huntress whispered:
“Yield my sweet embrace
One night of bliss”. I could not dismiss her
Once her beauty shot me a darker face
You mesmerise my soul Diana
You mesmerise my soul
Temptation
(Heaven 17 cover)
(featuring guest vocals by Harry)
I’ve never been closer
I’ve tried to understand
That certain feeling
Carved by another’s hand
But it’s too late to hesitate
We can’t keep on living like this
Leave no track
Don’t look back
All I desire
Temptation
Keep climbing higher and higher
Temptation
Adorable creatures
Temptation
With unacceptable features
Temptation
Trouble is coming
Temptation
It’s just the high cost of loving
Temptation
You can take it or leave it
Temptation
But you’d better believe it
You’ve got to make me an offer
That cannot be ignored
So let’s head for home now
Everything I have is yours
Step by step and day by day
Every second counts I can’t break away
Leave no trace
Hide your face
All I desire
Temptation
Keep climbing higher and higher
Temptation
Adorable creatures
Temptation
With unacceptable features
Temptation
Trouble is coming
Temptation
It’s just the high cost of loving
Temptation
You can take it or leave it
Temptation
But you’d better believe it
Keep us from temptation
Lead us not into temptation
Trying to find it
Temptation
You’ve got to get up behind it
Temptation
Put your dime in the hot slot
Temptation
But it’s a million to one shot
Temptation
You think that you’re right no
Temptation
You’re going to fake it tonight now
Temptation
Give me a breakdown
Temptation
Because it’s time for a shakedown
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