#1 -What was shall Always be...-
Beset on all sides...Muslim Scum and Christian Dogs
Masturbating their vanity.
And in this Night..moves a
Secret , Timeless thing
The Time For War Has Come!
And the Insect men..with their insect prayers
to their Insect God...
There can be no more tears
For the Age of tender hearts..
The Time For War Has Come!
History is a Faith
of a conquered Race
A memory in Dischord
Their faith..the face
of the truest Horror
The Battlelines are Drawn!
How dare you teach your children
The language of the defeated...
You will never know our pleasures..
What Was Shall Always Be!!
#2 -Vargtimmen-
What Chaos is barely held in check
by the faltering crucifix?
This talisman of death-in-life
Slung between birds of prey.
A vision complete
of harvest and holocaust
Scores of human meat..
futile
bleeting in unison..
in the Hour of the Wolf
Two thousand years..of lunacy.
Forerunner of blessings and massacre
I see the world through
its hidden history
these rabid visions nurtured
in the darkness of men's dreams
in the Hour of the Wolf
#3 -Not of one Skin-
Apart from human eyes..away from human drones
A Hate as old as Time years for
Nocturnity.
A splendor only known..in isolation grown
a wolf-choir of one lies hidden
beneath the leaves..
We live in an age.,who's heart has run dry
Some of us are marked for unspoken crimes
Some only thirst for what cannot be named
that they cannot slake at
the heart's common spring
-(chours)-
a Grasp..a Choke..the moon clasped throat
the reigning flower of Lunacy.
Gives forth the Light of a Wisdom
we unlearned with ease.
Of a secret might lying hidden in the leaves
Of moments that contain the experiance of
Centuries.
Ive buggered the Sons...of good families
Ive layed with the whores...of the farthest pew
I wear the skin...of the enemy
I confound in their places of "truth"
-(chours)-
a Grasp..a Choke..the moon clasped throat
the reigning flower of Lunacy..
Giving forth the Light of a Wisdom
We unlearned with ease.
Of a secret Might..lying hidden with the leaves
Of moments that contain the experiance of
Centuries
#4 - Southern Passage-
A knowledge of burning..a wisdom of Flames
Running wicked through the wild grain.
A perfect evening..of Lust and Fury
Lost and Reeling in the Endless Night
Cut through the slumber...the blood remembers
deep inside ancestral resonance.
Framed by the ages...pristine,,,anchient
Utterly alive in murderous sacrament.
has Spring wrought visions
of the Summer's plauge
Are we never more alive
than in this burning?
#5 - Lethe-
(note: these lyrics are an adaptation of Charles Baudelaire's poem "Lethe"...if you are not familiar with his works then log off right now and go look him up)
Come to my arms..my cruel and sullen thing
Come to my arms again.
Run my fingers through your hair
And time long spend...unremembering
Breathe you in..one more hour
of the the love you have defiled.
I'd like to think that in a slumber like death
that perhaps I could awake the the same.
And carress without shame
Your body...glowing and dark
Forgetfullness...is your red mouth
The flowing of Lethe is in your kiss.
My love! My Doom! My sole desire!
I kneel deep and long rest
before the breast where no heart
has ever been confined.
#6 -Kaliyuga Carousel-
(note: We were given permission from Bood Samael to use the phrases 'endtime religion' and 'gutter-rites)
An end-time religion for every age
of pomp and hysteria
the way its always been.
The end is an illusion
though the article of every faith
the folly of the generations
dreams of its death.
Run for your safety...Run to your gods
Cling to your gutter-rites
and children's songs
Your hearts..full of ruin
of judgement and waste
your carrion comedy
Paradise Does Not Wait.
#7 - Lex Talionis-
What child is this...a plauge from the sands
What work is this...wrought
by the hands of slaves..
Christian dogs crawl forth to feed
Where empires fall..
Proles parade through town..
celebrating their veiled decadence..
if you could just see the beauty
of a lesser worlds demise
a simple division of Gods and Beasts
one could surmise
the serpents eyes..burning cruel
with a strange infernal polarity
energized by the iron thread
that separates....
Master and Slave.