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     Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

     The destroying genius of idols
     Will shroud the world with utter lies
     Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis
     Portraits have spoken their masters distress
     Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this
     Failing Enochian tapestries
     Depict the prince of fallen virtues
     In almost poetic rhapsody
     Masterbate to the sound of the knell
     The Patchetic stench of dying children
     Perhaps our fall is certain
     Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion


     Please put off your veil
     Your heart is blameless
     And I shudder for knowing it

     A hot May makes a fat churchyard
     And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy
     Her cry was the saddest of all earths sounds
     Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin
     Swept away by a moments sadness
     They say rage is a brief madness
     By way of the beloveds farewell
     Give back to nature what we first did take
     And monuments would slowly fill
     The agendas' of Kings and Queens
     In silence our faces bleed
     The holy voice torn away by the gale

     Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you

     Love is a game where both players cheat
     Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander
     Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil
     To have and to hold but death no longer parts
     Harlots and sluts, whores of our world
     Expose their stinking vaginas'
     Many who have no will of their own
     Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom
     Are you rich oh lord of vanity
     As you peddle your wears of cruelty
     Dressed up so you look the part
     So blind, it's ignorance you wear

     Quite brutal beyond belief
     Sores that weep their septic tears
     Dragged out through war torn lifetimes
     And death shall feast on us all
     The mills of God grind slowly
     The adorable light of that which is most divine

     The fascination of her shape
     With mansions of awe and splendour
     Elegant in simplicity
     So at last your faith rewards you
     Through fields enriched with pastel shade
     And fragrant lavenders soft to smell
     You laugh and drink wine of no great age
     Nature does scent the farthest shores
     Face to face your angelic host
     All hopes in you imperishably kept
     Is God your wish and all your dreams
     If your body is frail then yes by all means

     Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you






     God Is Alone

     Remove the marks
     Uphold the race
     How the king is blind
     Endowed with joy
     Irritable speech
     Break your back to help the wrteched

     My blood has learned what fear is
     My skin itching insane
     My mouth spills with excrement
     Eyes burned away

     My spine crooked and stamped on
     Feet nailed together
     Genitals savaged with broken glass
     Snap my ribs for pleasure

     God Is Alone

     Children broke before me
     Fathers kicked to death
     Sad tune on jade flute
     Mothers die in sex

     Yawning wounds on tiny bodies
     And dew falls on quivering flesh
     Turn and watch the edge
     Focus on satisfaction

     Unbelievable self extinction
     Admire cloned convictors
     Will the beast fall
     Will God save us.






     De Sade Soliloquay

     Hang over me the drape
     Of superfluous Horror
     Aside Nocturnal trapping
     Wallow in my Art
     Crying and dying
     My sexual ecstacy

     The crimson stream
     That flows from you

     Magnificent, Supine,
     Red heaven gapes at me
     Dragged across putrid ground
     Mother scorns my glove
     A vile red heap
     I gorge my selfish dream

     Polite garden party
     If only they knew

     Lick the eyes
     To make them shine
     Peel the peach
     Cold with time

     The weight of fantasy
     That is not even mine
     Smell her wounds
     Rich more than wine

     The crimson stream
     That flows from you.





     The Thrash of Naked Limbs


     Beauty is fragile, and time eats at it
     This passion play
     Smothered in effort, The thrash of naked limbs
     Glistening skin
     Close your eyes, the whispered sighs
     Frightening lust
     Sweet was her breath, tasted by mine
     Words are more effective when concealed
     Through the halflight on her body
     My fearful hands tremble their way
     Take me, anywhere that you like
     Hold me, deep within. Do what you like
     Take me, anywhere. Warm the night
     Take me, take me, take me
     With the lights low, and you naked
     On the warm floor
     Me besides you, softly kissing, caressing
     Make love to her while she's crying
     I could die now, and die happy








     Le Cerf Malade

     Il en coute A qui vous reclame
     Medecins du corps et de l'ame
     O temps! O moeurs! J'ai beau crier
     Tout le monde se fait payer






     Gather Me Up Forever

     The рain never stops
     The race ignore me
     I sit here twisted, and it hurts me.
     The Son is near
     His way made for him
     Among the hopes
     Ten thousand suffering
     Oh how my heart aches
     The brilliant stories cascade about me
     To be handsome again
     Thou art all deformed, and I feel your рain
     What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart.
     The affection of stillness
     Kiss the hand that blesses me
     And as the panting ceased
     My blood runs now fierce
     This when I was young, before I knew nothing
     Now I'm the hunted, for the guilt that stains my hands.






     I am the Bloody Earth

     Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore
     Fill your cups of Christ, I am the bloody earth
     Bright, riding in heaven. The player in rags
     White Bat is death? Feed it to pigs

     Rise to be a king, shining with power
     Down silent avenues, I live on

     Life     You owe yours to me
     Wear     Me around your neck
     Kneel    And cry for me
     Son      Father please help me

     Safe delivery of a handsome child
     Merry and sweet looking
     My endeavours to rise seem useless
     But I will fight the distance between us






     The Sexuality of Bereavement

     In soothe I lend a gracious ear
     Your sobbing, somehow sexual
     Come to my bosom. The help I bring
     Is all my pleasure you lonely, dear thing

     Oh, cruel love, when held by you
     My sanity does fly

     You lie there mourning with looks of desire
     'T is beauty when you cry

     Drink my grievingg love
     Desire and wine go well
     Sleep, I'll watch over you
     Rеlief? Time will tell

     Secrecy fosters passion
     You stay untouched
     I know you are alone
     With peace I care much






     The Crown of Sympathy


     See the light and feel my warm desire, run
     through my veins like the evening sun. It
     will live but no eyes will see it. I'll bless your
     name before I die. No person in everything can
     shine, yet shine you did, for the world to see.
     All a man hath will he give for life? For life
     that's lost bleeds all over me. I'd fallen before
     but it never hurt like this. Don't leave me here
     to crawl through the mire. I'm without fault
     before the throne of god. Take from me the
     crown of sympathy. What do you think you'll
     see? What do you think there will be? Sit down!
     Did you see the sun? What will we become?
     Great ones? The mouths that dare not speak his
     name, behold them, raised, complete and fine.
     The battle for our lives is oh, so brief. Take my
     hand and please walk with me. When I was
     young the sun did burn my face. I let its love
     and warmth wash over me. The melting voice of
     many, in the hush of night. Whispering tongues
     can poison my honest truth. Come dress me
     with your body, and comfort me. I dreamt of a
     dead child in my sleep. I wear a terrible
     mark in my head. my clean, white bed. It calls
     to me. I must lie down. and I want you to lay
     with me, in sympathy. No sad "adieus" on a
     balcony. For one last time, just walk with me.
     At the beautiful gate of the temple, we must
     be saved. For deadened, icy рain, covers all the
     earth.