2000 Midian

Cthulhu Dawn

Cthulhu dawn

Spatter the stars

Douse their luminosity

With our amniotic retch

Promulgating the birth

Of another Hell on Earth

Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh

A necrotic cattle brand

The hissing downfall pentagram

Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned

But no Passover is planned

A great renewal growls at hand

And only when they're running

Will they come to understand...

So ends the pitiful reign of Man

When the moon exhales

Behind a veil

Of widowhood and clouds

On a Biblical scale

We raise the stakes

To silhouette the impaled

Crowds...

Within this kissed disembowel arena

A broken seal on an ancient curse

Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach

With lightning reach and genocidal thirst

Mountains of archaos theories

In collision as at planetary dawn

Apocalypse's razorbacks

Beat wings on glass as thunder cracks

Unfurled across a world hurled to the black

Cthulhu dawn

Shatter the glass house

Wherein spirits breathe out

Halitosis of the soul

From a recking abscess

Plague of far righteousness

All fates hang in the balance

Mocking crucified dolls

An inquisition outs

When the Sun goes out our powers

Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel

As they have for countless lustrum

In dark Midian accustoned

To burning effigies of our enemies well

So begins the sibilant world Death knell...

When a corpse wind howls

And awakes from drowse

The scheming dead freed

Of gossamer shrouds

We gorgonise eyes

Of the storm aroused

Red...

Blinding time

All lines dine on this instance

A melting spool of beggar, negative frames

The skies teem alive, to watch die

Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves...

Cthulhu dawn

Saffron's Curse

Through arcades where shimmering snowfall

Lay in state with the sad and damned

A rent lament barely flung above a whisper

Drew Me like a ghost to the haunts of Man

I Found Her tempting fate between Her wrist and razor

A kindred spirit in a graveyard

Beneath the stature of a colder saviour

Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques

And through the chill earth it bedwed Her drawling breast

Like a come dream true under etched glass spent

Making love to the beautiful dead

She has sinned and severed Heaven

And in it's vulgar sight

Two figures writhe, but one silhouette

Extends it's fingers to the light

"Gothic towers tottered on Her heels

As She fled asylum grounds

Committing hard crimes to soft cells

Where now another's screams resound"

From the gaspings in Her passing

Six feet under or beneath frayed gown

When Her hands pointed to midnight

In a white stained chamber bound

I Swept Her from the abyss of another dementia

Freeing Her soul from the fetters of fate

To take the reins of pleasure

Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure

At the glimpse of charmed pins in Her thighs

Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch

Out of spite and playful eyes

Pricked as a Witch Her stitches itch

For familiar lips to lick them dry

Whilst the dark regrasps, for if She asks

The Sun forsakes the rite to rise

And is the first to discern, that this Angel's return

Is a vengefull call on grace

For even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts

A leap of twisted fate betrayed...

The scars will last until the stars

Caught in Her train bewitched

Fall into line and yeild the sign

That Dawn in born to their eclipse

For Our In humankind

Comes an underdog day Sunrise

Rippling with fire llike femaledition

Iplintered Her coffin and lay on the floor

Of a vault with Her clasped as the moon hugs the shore

What treachery this that She breathed no more?

Christ you bastard!

I wished Her back but the dead adored Her

Even wild winds sang in chora for Her

Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore

We'd be together more...

Creation froze with the triumph of Death

But still She stirred and awoke bereft

Of concern save for the aeons left

To lead the darkness...

She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it

I dream of being God but ever living to regret it

Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for

The Devil on Her knees

To grant Her lows a remedy

And mine desire's wish

To taste thereof of Heaven's scent

As sick and twisted as it is

For Her corset laced with arsenic

Hides snake curves within Her midst

Whilst Her halo of white lies supplies

Her temple to what God forbids.

Death Magick For Adepts

Come distortured artists

Bitter things seek meaning

Even if they're madness to behold

Once forbears to horizons

Where the dead stayed dreaming

Now nightmares waken souls

That fear the living's toll

Gova, Bosch and Brueghel

Three times moonwise stain thy graves

For words alone are at loss to trace

The face of today's inhuman wraith

One half adrift in the vast abyss

Of despair and misery

The other a mask of rich red lips

Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed

All damned in this inferno

Where even Virgil averts His eyes

From the black mass mutual gang rape

Of Caesing hands an forced divides

Trespass these seven gates

To a world bloodlet to shades

Where Seraphim

(Falling on deaf ears) bleat

Of their cold and coming Master's race

In the seweres of Babylon

Stillborn to a trough anon

Chimiracles will hatch like plots

To dredge faeces to pearl their cross

Enter Penteholocaust!

Five Aeons past, yet still Man grasps

At final straws to save his cast

His Lord is a leper we shall not want

He betrayed us with white lies

His acrid pall as of the tomb

Reminds us how we rot inside

Gutted like fool's paradise

Glutted on cruel appetites...

Holding court to chaos

Folding to far graver arms

A downfall fatal to all resounds

As orgies peak in self centred psalms

And Nature screams Her sufferings

Under bowed and cankered wings

A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning

Like the robes we've torn from Her

She begs Us lay Her pain to rest

Lest We are left with nothingness

Save for Her stripped and ravished flesh

And if Her fate is not portent of Apocalypse

Then the comets that graxe nightskies

Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs

When you and I and all else dies...

It's rotting down

This carcass Maggotropolis

Interdependent as worms to the grave

Allah's true name is naught

Chist acannot save

Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps

Spells of regret...

Death Magick for Adepts

Be prepared to fulfill prophecies

The glorious fall of a sin dynasty

Gutted like fool's paradise

Glutted on cruel appeitites...

"We've woven hearts a thorn arbour

Left tear streaked reason upon the shore

And bereft of compass, star or more

Set out for this World's end

Few at the prow, most slave below

Painting coal a perfect gold

But for all it's worth, the engines slow

Dead in the brine again

Come cabin fever, sodomy on the bounty

Prey to phallus seas

That hiss and foam to douse disease

A storm roars on the way

Blacker than the Ace of Rapes

Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades

Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade

Sinks, dashed by seismic waves..."

Lord Abortion

I was born with a birthmark of cinders

Debris cast from the stars and Mother

A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters

Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead

The bonesaw on the backseat

On this bitter night of giving head

A sharp rear entry, an exit in red

Lump in the throat, on my come choke

The killing joke worn thin with breath

I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue

Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through

Aah! Nostalgia grows

Now times nine or ten

Within this vice den called a soul

Dying resurrection

I dig deep to come again

The spasm of orgasm on a roll...

I live the slow serrated rape

The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate

Victims force fed thair own face

Tear stains upon the drape

I should compare them

To a warm Summer's day

But to the letter, it is better

To lichen their names to a grave

Counting My years on an abacus strung

With labial rings and heartstrings undone

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead

The bonesaw on the backseat

On this bitter night of giving head

A sharp rear entry, an exit in red

Lump in the throat, on My come choke

The killing joke worn thin with breath

Horrorscopes My diorama

A twelve part (so far) psychodrama

Another chained I mean to harm Her

Inside as well as out

A perverts gasp inside the mask

I'm hard, blow My house of cards

All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts

In brute vermillion parts...

Now I slither through the hairline cracks

In sanity, best watch your back

Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide

Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack

My ambition is to slay anon

A sinner in the hands of a dirty God

Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais

Of light where faith leads truth astray

I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces

Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces

Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin

Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within

"My heart was a wardrum beat

By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults

When number thirteen fell in My lap

Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap

My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled

At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled

Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into

A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades

She went out like the light in My mind

Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...

Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks

Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch

I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously

But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?

I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do

Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."

The suspect shadow sher they least

Expect My burning grasp to reach

The stranglehold, the opened arms

Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred

Rainbows that My razors wrung

Midst Her screams and seams undone

Sung at the top of punctured lungs

I bite My spiteful tongue

Lest curses spat from primal lairs

Freeze romance where Angels, bare

Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair

I weep, they merely stare...

And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.

Amor E Morte

Her bouquets are wilted

Too long has She slept

Their cruel red mouths darkened

To bowed silhouettes

I saw in a new moon

With Her scent on my breath

But then all to soon

Came the hunger for flesh

I held Her in eyes like necropoli

Laying Her on a tomb with a view

Lighting Her from Her feet

To the stars in Her hair

Drove sweet blood to Her throat

And My lips parted there

(In the tone of splintered bone)

She screams benighted

My limbs ignite

A carneal carnivore

On all fours to go...

An ebon Nemesis

From torture gardens of Dis

Having never breathed an Eve

As far narcotic as this

Two spellbound hellhounds

Hearts pounding loud

Racing Heaven out of focus

Under quicksilver clouds

"God is maimed come let us prey..."

To lunar deities that pave deadways

Twixt the living and the grave

Amor e Morte

To cast our fearl shadows there

We made Love bleed on a Deathbed shared

Where, begging Me to feed

To best be Were...

I licked Her wounds and ate Her rare

Argentinum spurred

her watnon words incurred

A sin ridden tongue

To open trading in fur

Never were those gates of pearl

So rubbed to their cusp

Never were the Worlds above

So bitten with the bestial...

Seraphim fell like guillotines

Giving gracious head

Instead of harking prophecies

And how our brother sang

Amor e Morte

In the thick evergreens

Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls

Shifting shape and lifting napes

To commemorate

Erotic stains

Amor e Morte

Unfasten thy masque

Come skyclad to my arms

Leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet

I yearn musky valleys that no Man hath seen

The chill keen of stars

Over Yew and deep wooded ravines

A hidden meridian

Where Midian may be...

In black antlered glades

Encunted in this forest Goddess

She whispers My name

I buck under flames

Animal nitrates

Howling through my veins

I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore

New lusts ecllipsing lips

That brought me to this verge of War

With inner beasts unleashed

To feast, fuck and run

Rampart in chase of She wolf pacts

Forged on heat with setting Suns

I love the night

It would murder My soul

Should I ever fall blind

For though thy flesh haunts

I keep also in mind

The stampede of clouds

From Dusk's predatory sky

Purple versed like the funeral hearse

That first turned thee over to My...

Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist

Dressed for the sepulchre

My Demon bride...

"God is maimed come let Us prey..."

To Lunar Deities that pave deadways

Twixt the living and the grave

Amor e Morte

Ours was a chorus for raucous souls

Shifting sape and lifting nape

To commemorate

Erotic stains

Amor e Morte

Her Ghost In The Fog

"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait

soft winds whisper the bidding of trees

as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart

and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams

But on, no tears please

Fear and pain may accompany Death

But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty

as We shall see..."

She was divinity's creature

That kissed in cold mirrors

A Queen of Snos

Far beyond compare

Lips attuned to symmetry

Sought Her everywhere

Dark liqoured eyes

An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours

Of my pondlife as pearl

Until those who couldn't have Her

Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when..

The trees stank of sunset and camphor

Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw

An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast

On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight

Or to death as their way

They crept through woods mesmerized

By the taffeta Ley

Of Her hips that held sway

Over all they surveyed

Save a mist on the rise

(A deadly blessing to hide)

Her ghost in the fog

They raped left...

(Five men of God)

...Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there

Beneath the Cedar's stare

Silk dress torn, Her raven hair

Flown to gown Her beauty bared

Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost

I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood

"Never to part

Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:

"Come back to Me

I was born in love with thee

So why should fate stand inbetween?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves

With dreams unsaid and final words

I espied a gleam trodden to earth

The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by

For She'd been a witch

their Men had longed to try

And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs

My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of snow

Far beyond compare

Lips attuned to symmetry

Sought Her everywhere

Trappistine eyes

An Arabian nightmare...

She was Ersulie possessed

Of a milky white skin

My porcelain Yin

A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her...

The breeze stank of sunset and camphor

My lantern chased Her phantom and blew

Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain

Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

Putting reason to flight

Or to flame unashamed

I swept form cries

Mesmerized

By the taffeta Ley

Or Her hips that held sway

Over all those at bay

Save a mist on the rise

A final blessing to hide

Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced

Where lovers rot...

Her ghost in the fog

Tearing The Veil From Grace

Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light

A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night

A tragic yet magickal fall from grace

Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste

Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints

Free shining souls torn from Giod's given Reich

Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight

And Hell knows we sought victory

Chancing the leash

But when bad die were cast

We were cast down to die

A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes

So scholars might say we were blinded by pride

Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind)

Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived

Regaining His sights for the storming of skies...

And after descenturies have crawled, vilified

Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives

For eternity is a coprophagic

Backward figure head

Gorging on Her own bitter end

And We have eaten shit

Until we're close to addicts

Now grime is running out

For us to make amends

To retake what once was lost

To exalt our throne above the stars of God

"To throw our fuck into gates and guts

Of a severed neverland

Where we, the damned

Once pleasured ran

Like seamen from the phallus sea"

Atrocious oceans must be crossed

To exalt our throne above the stars of God

The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs

Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise...

Throwing shades of war before like prophecy

Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep

...Nasty reap of freaks forsaken

And when sultry Dusk disrobes they'll learn

She is not a natural blonde

For the lower She goes the darker it grows

An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan

Fellated Satan

Screams congeal in clotted pearl

As He unfurls from aching hibernation

Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra

As lighting streaks with fire

Black clouds that shroud the Earth

Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories

But now the Sun is loath to come

The crescent moon is freed...

Elated Satan

The scimitar slash to the undergash

Of Heaven too slight for penetration

We strike as wolves from the thickening fog

To exalt our throne ove the stars of God

Lowly holy goats bare the brunt

Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt

Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells

that smell of blessed cunt

Like a convent where crosses rust

From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun

There where deeper needs are begged of lust

And cess and less impress enough

Obtaining the ord of Our Gaurdian, Anger

And Death's tunnel vision

Bad thing in collision

The locking of eyes and jagged antler

Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams

Feasting from throats of celestial theives

And God knows we seek victory

Now that we are unleashed

To drive nails home of blind faith through those

Who drove us from error to terror below

Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies

Tarred with red honey, the plaster

Of many a spire that aspired to rise

Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die...

In the start like a cast

In morality plays

Our hearts wore a mask

Of dead rooks in the rain

The World was our cloister

No prayer, bent in shame

Our once lucent plumage

Stung with horn withered grey...

and away...

As Aeons slew so we grew to myth

Revenge accrued to a monolith

Bursting through from our roofed abyss

Like an aether greased fist

Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed

Our horror pours through the orifice

Where once the spheres and archangels kissed

Phallelujah!

Fellated Satan

His coming assails

The Night In Gales

That bewail turned tides

That engulf their nation

Now divintity is a worm ridden mouth

In a darkened high house

Overrun by disease

So let the truth be wrung

That the Banished Ones intent

On reinstatement have won

We breathe by virtue of their rot

Now our souls exult above the stars of God.

Tortured Soul Asylum

"Oh, sweet Midian

I burn for thee at heart

Don't despair

Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather

To where pleasure rings deep secrets

In spurts after dark..."

Under full moons waxing lyrically

Death's poetry floods the soul

Like the freezing seed of a demon freed

To curse the stars with vertigo

And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide

Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs

Hymeneal gates to darker sides

A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies

Midian...

Haunted by this portent

This obsession in my mind

With a city sunk below

Tall cedar groves and graves sublime

Sporting their importance

Marble wings spread to the skies

A vale of dreams that it would seem

The daylights race to leave behind

These visions struck like a furious fuck

Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls

Flashes of lust to dust

Splashed across my psychic pall

As hybrid lovers reached their cusp

With final thrusts I saw it all

Forbidden Midian

A long fabled Judecca

A sanctuary for sin...

To rival Heaven

Free of Eden's tragic wreck

(Though the only Angels in repose

Were those with ivy strangled necks)

Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault

Gaunt, haunched edifices

Midst lightfingered mists

From whence more awful shadows

Drew back rusted bolts

And dared a threshold

The searing Sun had knelt to kiss

Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth

The Tribes of Christ will not forgive

And shall not suffer their kind to live

For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs

Or their waltz so sibilant

Through the gathering gloom

But from flumes of the moon in bloom

Baring cach a face effaced

And raped in the womb

In hidden Midian

A vatican lying in state

For the sanctity of sin...

To rival Heaven

Above Eden's birth defects

Though the only Angels that arose

Were those who fell to most requests

Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault

Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters

Haunched, flaunted orifice

Midst lighter fingered mists

Whilst I watched without revolt

Carnalities few beasts permit

Between the dog and wolf

Bared fangs met in intercourse

A nightly rite of teeth and cunt

For those below who rose to hunt

Sor sights that preyed on Me for days

And in laudenum's haze

I painted them all...

The slew of sith and kin

I drew in blood, my veins in thrall

To Deathugees at peace within

(An underworld free of Mortal rule)

Crotesques and wolves in womens skins

The raven winged and missing limbed

Suicides and split thighed Seraphim

And marble stairs

Stargrazers dare

Ascend like prayer

(As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares)

Under fullmoons waxing lyrically

Death's poetry floods the soul

Like the recking weed of a demon freed

To curse the star with vertigo

And in their dance, in trance I prise wide

Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs

Hymeneal gates to other sides

A labyrinth wherein Midian hides

Midian...

I know I've seen

Through the blackbacked mirrors in sanity

Lucent prides amassed in last retreat

Prurient souls but no more freaks

Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from Me

And just like grim ascension prophecies

My revenge, carved deep, will be

A grisly plot that reads

Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams

When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me...

Exhuming the moon

Through the bars in My room

The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through...

But no Genobites rise to claim Me for you

No! No! No!

Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell

No! No! No!

With prophets and losses

And dead men from crosses

My fate is a preview of derelict Hell

For Those Who Died (Sabbat Cover)

Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies,

their unforgotten violence, remember those who died.

And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still,

their unjust accusations demanding I am killed.

"We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,

who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency,

your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name,

innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same."

Burning, into the fire.

Burning, a funeral pyre.

Burning, into the fire.

Burning, a funeral pyre.

This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land,

as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands.

"We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,

who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency,

your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name,

innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same."

Burning, into the fire.

Burning, a funeral pyre.

Burning, into the fire.

Burning, a funeral pyre.

Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame,

their God a 'God of Mercy' yet in whose name I slain.

My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears,

religious persecution for the past three hundred years.

Preaching peace and mercy 'neath the shadow of the knife,

a papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ.

And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still,

their unjust accusations demanding I am killed.

"We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,

who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency,

your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name,

innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same."

Burning, into the fire.

Burning, a funeral pyre.

Burning, into the fire.

Burning, a funeral pyre.