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Victory starts Here, In the Land of Completion
Hail Victory x 3
Hear the crow, of burning fire
Can your open eyes see, the banner of light
Reaping our harvest, a hand full of crosses
Happiness is bleak, in the land of no life
See the light, of love and fire
In obscure formations, they die for our swords
We are the emperors, in the land of completion
We sacrifice lies, for the love they abhor
Feel the life, of breathing joy
The black flame brings us, dominant grace
We are bathing in wine, and drowning in laughter
While blood from the thorns, covers his face
See the light, of love and fire
In obscure formations, they die for our swords
We are the emperors, in the land of completion
We sacrifice lies, for the love they abhor
Hail Victory x 3
Scent the essence, of flaming ember
Heathen reprisal, for the ashes they caused
Pallid are angels, reapen with daggers
We are the rapture, in the land of remorse
See the light, of love and fire
In obscure formations, they die for our swords
We are the emperors, in the land of completion
We sacrifice lies, for the love they abhor
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Walpurgisnacht in the Grotto. Dancing with
Lilith
She is older, than the soil on which we walk
She is told, to decline but still prevails
She is beauty, as the wolves that howl at dark
She is sun and moon, in perfect harmony
She is heathen virtue, and all that which is true
I love myself, and you're in love with you
She is white as pure, while the fallen snow is black
She is drunken love, the tempting elixir
She is love for us, and those who truly see
She is order, and the balance after strife
She's betrothed, the bride ov perfect light
She is stillness just as well, as burning might
She is ritual, and peace in stalwart night
She is howling, for the right of lively pride
She is excellence, and goddess of the light
She is beauty, as the wolves that howl at dawn
She is glory, in this place of sterling yearn
Where the truth prevails, and thirteen candles burn
She is blossom, and the bloom for who he bleeds
She is like the stars, so luminous and bright
She is like the night, a veil of raven light
She is beauty, as the wolves we grey and proud
She's the axis, from which the world resides
She's indulgence, and righteous human pride
She is siege and battle, the endless destiny
She is swords, gentle touch of victory
I love myself, and you're in love with me
She is liberty, and insight in completion
She is splendour, and the force of heresy
She is love, we are wolves of the elite |
Thou can not Love them All, when the Trumpet
sounds
The one whom I met, claimed to be god
He was no man, nor divine
Devour his blood, devour his soul
I honor myself, with pride of right
I am 4, so complete
Who are thou, jester of blood?
Triumph is, surrounded by ruins
Lucent shine, of morning star
The one whom I met, claimed to be god
He was no man, nor extant
What is thy name, savior of none?
-"I am a Harlequin, pallid and thorned" he said
I am 4, so complete
Dance for us, atrocious nothing
Bread is thy flesh, wine is thy blood
Serpent of serpents, ceaseless through joy
The one whom I met, claimed to be god
He was no man, nor divine
A faith of weakness, mistaken for good
Love is pure, no craven right
Succumb to will, indulge in pride
I honor myself, and those whom I love
We stand not alone, hungry for life
Thou can not love, them all |
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This Absolute Supper, Second Consecration
A man of a thousand names you are
What is your truth so filled with sorrow
In light we'll baptize our new Messiah
A morning star of might and force
Anointed in pleasures and lively love
Raise your chalice and drink with desire
Let our horns resound with pride
And golden showers reign in the sky
Diminished you'll be reminder of mourn
As our shadows embrace this worldly soil
An abstruse banquet of excelsior's and worms
Where the torpid son is dancing in thorns
Your humble candles begin to flicker
With sterling happiness we grant relief
Devoured and conquered you'll be by the sword
When our burning fires enlighten the war
Dance and revel as incompetence dies
In an eclipse of passion celebrating delight
Flaming silhouettes in the distance at dawn
Victorious laughter out-conquers abhor
Touch our sharpened ebony daggers
Covered in blood of the shattered flock
This absolute supper with maggots
With thirteen black candles burning for love |
Invocation ov Prosperity, Pleasure, Progress and
Love
From deep within I come, to deep within I go
To search the deepest forest, the forest ov my soul
The candles that I lit, I lit for Love and Light
I am my true succsesor, I hold the key to life
A well within forever, so grave and so abstruse
Inside it rests my darkness, the darkness ov my truth
From deep within I come, to deep within I go
To search the deepest forest, the forest ov my soul
A token in the twilight, the deepest woods I seek
A raven candle guides me, to harvest what I reek
A scarlet veil so tender, the cradle ov my deep
Inside it rests Completion, so perfect yet asleep |
Under the Rose, Coitus Excelsi. Pain, Bondage &
Subjugation
In love and servitude
See pleasure in pain
My angel ov Dominance
ov love and restraint
I honor your servitude
My Incubus ov sex
Our ritual ov love and pride
ov passion and Little Death
'Sacrilege ov Love
Sacrilege ov Life
Sacrilege in Flames
Sacrilege ov Light'
I mistress ov dominance
In love with mastery
Succumb to slavery
ov naked white flesh
Feel the whip caress
A veil ov naked love
My angel ov dominance
ov pleasure and pain |
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Living by the Sword. Dying by the Sword. The
lustrous Banquet
Let burning rain, pour down, across the land, of Israel
Let flames of joy, dance across, the blazing soil, of Palestine
Let naked flames, adorn the land, of condone, and hatred
Let's end this strife, may triumph arise, may laughter resound, and Jerusalem
fall
'Let Neutron bombs be their fireworks at new years
Let napalm enlighten the sky and may the grounds be in flames
Let gunfire sound, resound and sound forever until there is silence and
everything is forgotten
Let's arise the pyre and one more Holocaust,
Let's end this strife of expandable evil'
See David burn, my children, ordained the star, of Israel
Let carrion's clothe, the burning soil, of black and vile, Palestine
Let pyres arise, in the land of excuse, in Israel, land of putrescence
While tomorrow is ours, Arabia burns, putrid and foul, descending to dust
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And so forth....
As the light bearer stood, before the gates of the north
An ebony ship, arrived at the shore
A thousand pale men, with banners of light
Looked at each other, and roared in delight
They greeted themselves, and their glorious lives
They had been to the realms, where the angels decline
A palace of mercury, of blood and of clay
A palace of Worms and of moral decay
They had seen the great god, a pitiful man
They had taken his life, as another god can
What man has created, man may destroy
Let's feast on his corpse, and reinstate joy |
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