Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light

A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night



A tragic yet magickal fall from grace

Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste

Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints



Free shining souls torn from Giod's given Reich

Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight



And Hell knows we sought victory

Chancing the leash

But when bad die were cast

We were cast down to die

A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes

So scholars might say we were blinded by pride

Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind)

Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived

Regaining His sights for the storming of skies



And after descenturies have crawled, vilified

Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives



For eternity is a coprophagic

Backward figure head

Gorging on Her own bitter end

And We have eaten shit

Until we're close to addicts

Now grime is running out

For us to make amends



To retake what once was lost

To exalt our throne above the stars of God



"To throw our fuck into gates and guts

Of a severed neverland

Where we, the damned

Once pleasured ran

Like seamen from the phallus sea"



Atrocious oceans must be crossed

To exalt our throne above the stars of God



The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs

Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise



Throwing shades of war before like prophecy

Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep

Nasty reap of freaks forsaken

And when sultry Dusk disrobes they'll learn

She is not a natural blonde

For the lower She goes the darker it grows

An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan



Fellated Satan

Screams congeal in clotted pearl

As He unfurls from aching hibernation



Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra

As lighting streaks with fire

Black clouds that shroud the Earth

Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories

The crescent moon is freed



Elated Satan

The scimitar slash to the undergash

Of Heaven too slight for penetration



We strike as wolves from the thickening fog

To exalt our throne ove the stars of God

Lowly holy goats bare the brunt

Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt

Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells

That smell of blessed cunt

Like a convent where crosses rust

From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun

There where deeper needs are begged of lust

And cess and less impress enough



Obtaining the ord of Our Gaurdian, Anger

And Death's tunnel vision

Bad thing in collision

The locking of eyes and jagged antler



Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams

Feasting from throats of celestial thieves



And God knows we seek victory

Now that we are unleashed

To drive nails home of blind faith through those

Who drove us from error to terror below

Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies

Tarred with red honey, the plaster

Of many a spire that aspired to rise

Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die



In the start like a cast

In morality plays

Our hearts wore a mask

Of dead rooks in the rain

The World was our cloister

No prayer, bent in shame

Our once lucent plumage

Stung with horn withered grey

And away

As Aeons slew so we grew to myth

Revenge accrued to a monolith

Bursting through from our roofed abyss

Like an aether greased fist

Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed

Our horror pours through the orifice

Where once the spheres and archangels kissed

Phallelujah!



Fellated Satan

The Night In Gales

That bewail turned tides

That engulf their nation



Now divintity is a worm ridden mouth

In a darkened high house

Overrun by disease

So let the truth be wrung

That the Banished Ones intent

On reinstatement have won



We breathe by virtue of their rot

Now our souls exult above the stars of God