"Enshrined In Crematoria"

This night is chilled by ghosts

And the woods are full of werewolves
My heart is pounding with the stars
I feel the darkness rising

I'm blessed, addressed

By a voice of sweet caresses
Intoxication feeds
This freed reality
My inspiration speaks
Enshrined in crematoria

A sight of winged delight

Two great cherubim abreast her
Encase her grave, like once I prayed
Upon her sacred chest there

None more tragic for the lovelorn addict

Than the death of beautiful girl

Although I was the author of sin

That compelled her wings to furl
She represents the pleasant scent
Of asphodel in this wretched world

Announce the presence of God again

The Ark of the Tragedian
Glitters like bright Hittite treasure

At best, obsessed
With her loss and my excesses
Judgementalism heaped
Upon the mercy seat
Means nothing to her sleep
Enshrined in crematoria

The trees are gaunt

But the cemetery beckons
Before her marble colonnades
I fell a stirring in a temple

As Israel waited with bated breath

At the foot of Mount Sinai
 So I sated my wait for death
And miracles from on high
In wine and finite poetry
As fires bathed the sky

Announce the presence of God again

The Ark of the Tragedian
Church to her virgin measure

My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb

Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches

Announce the presence of God again

The Ark of the Tragedian
Is built on biblical pleasures

In may need for this catharsis

Her dark commandments teach
Through my prolific reach
A taste so bittersweet
Enshrined in crematoria

I find phantasmagoria
Enshrined in crematoria
 Blackest Magick In Practice"

I wish upon a star

And think of all the things
I should have asked
Instead, I let the moment pass
And now I'm bleeding
On her faded photographs

Tears
So hard to swallow
Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow
Empty years, I should have followed
My inamorata to the grave

Uncertain words my heart denied

Now seem so trivial
I lost all the night she died

Lies!
She is alive!
Beneath the ice
Only darkest mirrors crack this
Curse
And I immersed
Invoke the worst
Blackest Magick put to practice

I remember then
When the Autumn moon
Would turn us back again
We'd laugh and bask
Amidst the underworld of men
Both citing Baudelaire
As our immortal saviour

Tears
So hard to swallow
Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow
Empty years, I should have followed
My inamorata to the grave

Words are so benumbing

In my head, I hear the drumming
Summoning, the dead are coming
 From fetid crypts my lips create

Now grave powers start to rise

Deflowerers shall suffer
Those witness to your sacrifice

Lies!
She is alive!
Beneath the ice
Only darkest mirrors crack this
Curse
And I, immersed
Invoke the worst
Blackest Magick put to practice

I think upon our time

Those golden summers
Of love echo so sublime
As do winters drinking
Too much festive wine
Now the seasons shift
Neath a creeping mist of horror

Malfeic entities
I call upon thee
Vibrating cosmic threads
With shredded flesh
Manifest destinies
For those opposing me
Everyone is killable
Some just choose a vulgar death

ow we will see
What terrors shall be
The dark crimson sea
Drags the sun to oblivion

Faced demons
Arousing fire with tongues
Laced with vicious memories
Spatter twisted trees

Rape is returned a thousandfold

In the garden of unearthly delights
 Only when their minds lie in ruin
Will I then hand them the knife

Towers fall like broken skies

Crashing through to Hell
Where amid the debris, angels writhe

Lies!
She is alive!
Beneath the ice
Only darkest mirrors crack this
Curse
And I, immersed
Invoke the worst
Blackest Magick put to practice

Death left me hopelessly blinded

Resigned to the wrongs of his design
I will never be alright
Never be alright
Never see the light
That shone in the heart of heaven
Right Wing Of The Garden Triptych"

(Death darkens all

Right wing of the garden triptych
Left marks The Fall
The middle ground apocalyptic)

Why slay the grim inevitable

And play out with a whimper?
Pain is raising armies of our faith

Now
The future cows
Before the vows
Prophets thunder from the heavens

We seek to justify
Our seed spread far and wide
The eve that virtue died
Bore witness to this plague

Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons

Here....

This the sore beginning

To the war to end all wars

Gotterdammerung
Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever
Gotterdammerung
Gotterdamerung, the great bereaver

Throw wide splintered lichgates

To the eldritch show's return

Unforgiving proof accrual begs this cruel rebirth

A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth
Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth
Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell

Nothing screams out mercy more than

Vivisection of the soul

Gotterdammerung
 Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers
Coddle Abaddon
God, you got it wrong, now fall believers

Liars and deniers, thickin the mire's grasp

Treacherous and lecherous

(Peace sits alone

Midst the desecration sewn
Like a stony Queen of Winter, throned)

This the penalty for lust

Long dreaded, read in scripture
Vain pleasures fed to paint this...

Now
The future cows
Before the vows
Prophets thunder from the heavens

We seek to justify
Our seed spread far and wide
The eve that virture died
Bore witness to this plague

Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons

Here...

Gotterdammerung
Gotterdammerung, fatal the lever
Gotterdammerung
Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver

A twilight for bone idols. sewer-suicidal from the heights

A dead man's stance to prayer, defeaned ears to mortal plights
Pleas and effigues, clergy bang to rites
Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight

(Death darkens all

Ring wing of the garden triptych
Left marks The Fall
The universe is, at worst, ecliptic)