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Aug 1 2003, 10:10 PM
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Keeper of Time Група: Потребители Коментари: 217 Регистриран: 30-July 03 Град: XIII век Потребител N: 218 |
VenoM - Don't burn the witch!!!
The witches brew a pot of hate with lizard, but and man, With a smile, they laugh their spells Astir, with wretched hand, calling demons - Baphomet and Mephistopheles... The tattered firyres cackle as their mortal victims bleed... Don't burn the witch!!! The ways of hell aren't wrong. Don't burn the witch!!! Let them brew their song The witches of the blackened arts are cunning, cruel and mean, persecuted by religion. God - the man unseen beastial malevolence is chartered in their bones... Leave the unreal house of God and burn in hell @ (at) home!!! Eye of lizard, wing of bat, testicle of man, tongue of eagle, brain of rat, Jesus Christ's left hand... The witches make the voodoo doll - a toy taboo in heaven... They dance around the pentagram, in search of rape by Satan... Leave the heart and blood of men in cauldrons laced in sin, add the arsenic, hemlock, pus triumph takes the wings -------------------- Ако мислиш за 1 година напред, посей ориз, ако мислиш за 10 години напред, засади дърво, а ако мислиш за 100 години напред - образовай населението!!!
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Jan 6 2004, 06:54 PM
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Balance Guardian Група: Админ Коментари: 28369 Регистриран: 12-January 03 Град: София Потребител N: 3 |
CRADLE OF FILTH - QUEEN OF WINTER, THRONED
"Even a man who is pure in the heart And speaks in prayer by night May become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms And the winter moon is bright" Iniquitous, I share Carmilla's mask A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass Peering through the mirror deep dark and ominous Consorting themes, demons I weave Subservience from thee to lust I am Corinthian light Sharp-eyed, impassive whore Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb To prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tirgoviste to resume Control Seduction, my obsessive art A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms 'Midst dreams of robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war I am thirst, spearheaded hunger Sacrament and pain Nails raked in savagery When the cruel Countessa came Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon Of Draconian design A love that never dies Nefarious as her winds Stirring silhouettes to rise When stars fall pale And to drown back in Her eyes Is to madden ghosts within To unhinge a thousand sins From Death's dark vale "Blessed be these spells of winter Unto us that wait with patience in This secret garden To storm our way into another As yes undone" Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped In nakedness their ochre flesh Shall yield to thy advance She is all to me - mysterious, alive The howling in the deep woods When cold festal stars aligned A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil Yesod vested in despotic upheaval Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow Forgotten ones enter as above, so below The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend From Sheol's dank haunted wilderness Thy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead Queen of Winter, throned The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown Darkness in raven feathered dress Sides with Death at chess Their pawns are many and the enemy - powerless When the miscreants fell dead She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night And the bestial floor shook with terrible life I rise before thee Queen To feed our lusts on the blood of the weak To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath Satanic Tyranny -------------------- Great holes secretly are digged where earth's pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl.
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