1. Mirage

A parade of ghosts brought these
innocent feelings to where innocent itself was brought to.
To view the rush of female tempests.

My Sculptured face turns and twists by the sound of my own (horrid) laughter.
Awoken by the sight?
Ha! False lies have taken place in me...
(Words of lust heard from vast buildings).

That is the mirage you longed for.

So, amuse me.
Amuse me with the bitter glance in your eyes.
As I forsake you with my forlorn beauty.
...and expose to you,
the garden of gods in my hand.

The glance turns to a gleam.

A parade of thoughts encircle my
throne and whisper to me,
words of beauty.
And i caress these.

..and open wound in the palm of my hand...
The sky is no longer clear.
That is the mirage we longed for.

2. Towers Of Limbs And Fevers

3. Released Damnation

My heart sets afire the seas
The burning waves crush mountains of dreams
Eternal the fear of torture
Released damnation forever

Come to my shores and I shall crucify your soul
Feel the violent steel – Feel that Satan's won

And I am the wind – I'll blow through miles of burning souls
And through heaven's gates
Search through halls of white and chambers of gold
Then I'll kill you again

4. Broth Of Oblivion

Sourceless, rythmless, heartless.
I scan the desert.
Since I, in my beasthood saw the dancers there.
As my hands, two tiny figures, came visible,
Like a carniver of flesh.
A union of monstrosities.

Curveless, boundless, eyeless.
I flee from the source of my agony.
Since I, in my beasthood, took form
In new, alien anatomies.
My limbs towering, mounting in celebration.
Murmuring the approval of new glories;
New threats, new intimacy.

With this, I am fit to charm the Devil.
Sneering down my pale face.
I am erect with his anger and lust.
I am the grace of them all.

Still sneering, drooling, floating.
Breeding curves of hell.
And shreds of pre-human gloss.
This softens those songs to dust.

5. Swarm Of Vultures

Come swarm with me, come grind the carver.
Come paw the skin, come slay the harvest.
Come lick the sky, come reach the heavens.
Each grain of flesh, each drop of pleasures.

The dustcloud of our lust,
Redeemed in hate.
Deoderize our claws of rot.
Wash them clean of taste.

...And we swarm towards the sun or the creedence of it.
...And we whip the sky for blessings or for the joy of it.

6. The One Who Smite

I am the phantom you please to see
Oh, my precious. Come sleep with me
I occurred beside the magic pawn
Omnious, is this fading dawn
I am the scenary, the one who smite
I was always meant to avoid this light
Wisely, I naturally avoided the lash
And escaped what now is layed in ash
You starvers you have seen
Nevermore will you look upon the preen
Illusionary palace, glory in a curl
Wretched faces of a dead world...
They, the dust, have now gone.
For the lord of them will be the one
that broke their wings, and kissed their horns
Enslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns.
Beyond this millenium, and milleniums more...
The moving figures my undressed lust
Their tempting eyes with their silver dust
Mine to behold like the flap of my soul
Dead skin prison.
Dead...
Stiff...
Cold...

7. Wretched Face Of Evil

Coiled embalmed wretched face of evil
Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it's glory
All matters sewn into one prophet
I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it's onset
Winged lashes – vast essence
Dead skin holds the poet
A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset
A triangular wave left me covered with lies
Essential for it's beauty as the shepherd dies
All – fallen enslaved
All – vanished awoken
It's eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token
That buries three hearts, six feathers
– One oaken
To crack self-made concepts
To hold one great feast
A soak-wet cold fairy gave birth to the beast
My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust
Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust
... it's a fistful must...

8. Fighting For Hell

Attack crush all the sons of christ
with our fierce and invincible might
Ah, this lovely sight I have waited for
Master of storms marching to battle
Creator of evil fighting for hell
Storming through the weak armies of god
soon the fields are all covered in blood christian blood
Violent hailstorms axes through flesh
no fucking angels left alive
and in the nightsky a scream of pain
Alas, your god has died

9. The Rape

Merry, you may be.
For I am the flesh in your tounge.
Create to yourself, images of these glass-eyed figures,
and expose to me, your skin –
whorish as ever.
They speak to me, your pores, your veins,
in a rush of melancholy.
In a stream of misantrophy.

Remove the carpet, so I may be
united with the shades of these.

Blind
my eyes,
still I will see – presence, visuality.
I grant you
my pale hands,
still I will feel – shape, contoures.

Please leave.
In me you wont find any pity,
as the dog that howls for the light in my eyes –
the stench or your nakedness, no smell for a mourner like me.
So, please leave.
In here you wonҐt find any pity.
Tour kisses were as hell itself.

Be silent, for I am the flesh in your tounge.
Only I can wear
vast costumes of time, and still be
present.
"So, hereby I rape thee."

10. Forlorn Blessing To The Dreamking

Oh, how I faint when I call upon your aid.
Feeling the loss of burden and hearing cries from flowers raped.
When you alone set kingdom on fire,
I admire the beauty of love lost and hellish desire.
As your slave.
How can I ride upon hillsides
when the beasts that beares me is at war with the sight of me?
Shall I tend to your desire?
– Let him feed on the sluts that spat on me...
...Let me.
My eyes and my heart is at war with them.
Let me, and I shall carry you and throw you
into waters that kept me and mine alive.

Share the joy with me, fiery one.

My art given you life.
My tones makes you weep and moan.

– "Listen, the corpse blesses forlorn."

...Let me.

11. Dreams Like Deserts

Leave me with my tragedies,
those who stick to me like wet leaves
in the (dry) sunlight.
My face is frozen, byt my eyes
still see, for I am in your dreams and fantasies

Leave me with my misery,
the one who cover me with glory
and enter me like a slave in the dry sunlight.
That light that burned my face
to what you can see, a tragedy...
...it sculptured me...
For I am your dreams and fantasies.

Dreams, like deserts.
Dreams, like stone.
Dreams from flesh to bone.
Dreams, like deserts.
Dreams that moan, for I am in your twilight-zone.

Leave me with my destiny, the one who lick my scars.
The one who grants its flesh to me, and to my marbled anxiety.
My soul is frozen, my flesh is weak, for I am dreams and fantasies.

12. Angel Ripper

13. Snake

Sweet scent coloured these,
the realm of sweet snakes that tortured me.
If everlasting burdens should enter
such, as the everlasting torment of hell.

Sweet rape, honour these:
The souls of sweet snakes that denoured me.
If glorious destruction would embalm
such, as the moments carresed by enlightened ones.
"Even the earth canҐt grant us a common grave."

14. Mirage

A parade of ghosts brought these
innocent feelings to where innocent itself was brought to.
To view the rush of female tempests.

My Sculptured face turns and twists by the sound of my own (horrid) laughter.
Awoken by the sight?
Ha! False lies have taken place in me...
(Words of lust heard from vast buildings).

That is the mirage you longed for.

So, amuse me.
Amuse me with the bitter glance in your eyes.
As I forsake you with my forlorn beauty.
...and expose to you,
the garden of gods in my hand.

The glance turns to a gleam.

A parade of thoughts encircle my
throne and whisper to me,
words of beauty.
And i caress these.

..and open wound in the palm of my hand...
The sky is no longer clear.
That is the mirage we longed for.

15. Of Limbs And Fevers