1. Tatan

Ge-vomsarg iaida laiad
Tatan

Ge-fifalz iaida laiad
Tatan

Ge-vomsarg doalim oali od oado
Tatan

Gemeganza doalim oali od oado
Tatan

Not unto every one of you
Is the highest
Of the secrets of wormwood

Not wedding out
The highest
Of the secrets of wormwood

Ge-vomsarg iaida laiad
Tatan

Ge-fifalz iaida laiad
Tatan

Ge-vomsarg doalim oali od oado
Tatan

Gemeganza doalim oali od oado
Tatan

Not unto every one of you
Sin
I have put & weave
Wormwood

Your will be done
Sin
I have put & weave
Wormwood

Dream the sweetest love
The sweetest nightmares
Dream the magick done
Lain on outgrown graves

2. Tango Absinto

The bitter grapes we have took
And drugs in this emerald juice
Shining as flowers in morning
Abloom on our graves

Should we ever wake again
From sleep all crowded with dead men

Price makes this cult so different
From all others
Even as rigor settles in
We're standing amongst them all fallen

Shining as we enter circle ready
To sign our lives away

La Fee Verte sorcerie
The taste with graveyard legacy
Shining green flames in fields
Of bewitched outgrown graves

A pale lady with the looks
And a loving smile like a meathook
Shining with my white bones
A gift I leave her for forever twilight

Spirit of the spirits said
Whispering with the sweetest nightmares
Toast for the livign enjoying decadence
I spell the name and ring the bell

3. Chalk Face

A chalk face
Of a dead son of god
Reflects on a blank stare
Of his dead servants
Populating this deceived necropolis
That still thinks it lives

Let all sons
Of our inhumane father
Claim rights for a synthetic chalk face-on
As ancestors
Of the black art and worse
Give-aways for a swine head

No son of god has missed
A chance for earthly love
No son has ever missed a chance
For love with daughters of Eve
...or those of the first wife of Adam

A chalk face
Of a dead son of god
Blushed with pious for taste of blood
And sweat
And semen and passion
Behind the kiss of the one he adorned

If you'll be his servants
Then let us celebrate
The first and the only true
Christian marriage
Of a prohet and a prostitute

No son of god has missed
A chance for rebellion
No son has even missed a chance
For rising against his father

...and not refute the gospel of truth to hank
As reminded of when we are drunk
Of thick smell of love
Panting passages of arcane hours
In our high mass in the dark

And a choir of latex-nuns
Exalts to crescendo before
Languid embrace of dawning revelations

Three art race of QBL
And of angels fallen
And of witchery and sword
And of Tartarean abodes
Night, unknown, chaos

4. Thousand Shadows

Shadows crawl
Over the christian kingdom
Shadows crawl, shadows crawl

Shadows grow
In twilight every inch a demon
Shadows grow, shadows grow

Shadows roll
Blacken skies come down
Shadows roll, shadows roll

Shadows growl
Haunt their graveyards with terror
Shadows growl, shadows growl

Cloaked in darkness we wait
Patient, sharpening the blades
To cut and carve our names
In family tree of human waste
And feed all the young
With blood of the days gone by
The day the daylight dies
And the mother of the thousand comes

Oh Black Goat!
Oh thou with a thousand young!
Spread a forest and a desert
Where was history of human life

Shadows foul
Shrouds on daylight the lifegiver
Shadows foul, shadows foul

Shadows own
In end our dust and bones
Shadows own, shadows own

Shadows hold
To the unknown on doorstep of yours
Shadows hold, shadows hold

Shadows stole
What they were yesterday not given
Shadows stole, shadows stole

Leave no stone unground
No door with an unbroken hinge
With every curse a prayer
And with every cut a gift

5. Ghost Of Saturn

Grim white man
All ruined off
His youth black
Blood he coughs
Leaning no
As death is rest
A heavy tool
Of the human harvest

Grim old hag
All ruined off
Mother's past
Blood she coughs
Leaning to
As the agelessness
A harsh tool
Of the human harvest

6. The Imperfect Vision

Who are you
That rides my back at the break of dawn
Whispering too fast and too feverish
Words for me to understand their meaning
As swiftly as you appear
Daemon of the morning, you are gone
Leaving only unsetteled warnings
And the unpleasantless of being
Spiritually ran through

Who are you
That lurks over my shoulder past midnight
Quick movements in the mirror, shimmering
Cold stare boring through my spine
Somaesthesia
The presence of a ghastly sprite
Or another undead yet living thing
It is enough, here I draw the line
Be banished hereafter and hitherto

Who are you
The serpent I caught in my dreams
On the pitch black attic of the skryers mansion
You made known my true name threefold
And the troubles ahead
Lest my habits are carried to extremes
Raced unwittingly towards ademption
Of virtues we cannot alone uphold
This transmutation, who are you?

7. Hendekagrammaton

A fine star of the name of Hendekagrammaton
Manifest the forces beyond matter-a-fact
State the wretched reality established
In all these ignorants folly woth a tension of

Occult light so vibrant hidden us supernal darkness
Of bondage to the lord at the gates of matter

Free the fire
Free the blood
Azoth of hypertype transmigration
Kill me of want before
Cosmic metacentrum
Free the will
Free the twin
To free my life I command thee

Hen-de-ka-gram-ma-ton!

Name of Hendekagrammaton is known in deep
That mirrors the stars in the fields of black

Where these halls of ancient one found today a keep
Of a race drowned in dawn of our timely gap

The man is flooding in as particles give way deep inside
In the very core to the dreaded one of finer matter

It is already here

Free the fire
Free the blood
Azoth of hypertype transmigration
Kill me of want before
Cosmic metacentrum
Free the will
Free the twin
To free my life I command thee

8. Tridents Clash

Vel, vel

Om namah shivaya

For three days and nights
I have not slept nor fed
Dancing and drugs blur my mind
And as a proof of faith
His metal pierced my face
The mighty trident, cheek thru cheek

Vel, vel

Om namah shivaya

For thirty days and nights
I haven't been outside
Prayer and rice still my mind
This is a proof of fate
A living sacrifice
Burn needlesness in his fire

Burn!

Stoke the fires up
Thick smoke fills the restless air
Ritual damaru
Chanting and praying under his divine stare

Shivalingam response
A sadhulike trance
Rousing me from the sleep of life towards the
Cleansing in flames of agni

Om namah shivaya

For thirty years of life
I haven't been alive
Until I scrambled the mound of red hot coals
That was a proof of faith
Lord Shiva, Tandava
He shall burn this world

And put out the stars of heaven

9. Black Church

Grim gateway of trotured stone
Opens in an accursed threshold
They only think it's a hall for thei tortured lord
Here is so many ways a figure covered in blood

Covered in blood
Covered in blood
Another black church
For the other god
Another black church
For the dark lord

Crushing the weight of light
Stained glass stains their altar
Deceivingly faithful to measures but not right
Lift for praise on black pedestal the high craft
The high craft
The high craft
Another black church
For the other god
Another black church
Built all for all of their satans!

Here fools pray for the fools god
Echoes go 'bout turning the prayal around
The church laughs with diamons in stone cracks
Only the black abyss staring back
As they lift their faces to face their savior, their redeemer
Here by calls to vesper their
Christ is the Lucifer
Christ is the Lucifer
Christ is the Lucifer
Another black church
For the other god
Another black church
For the dark lord