Orgy

When the weather’s cold enough, you know all you wanted in this damp cellar 

is an orgy with my knife

 

Turn your lust to fiery spill, an ultimate burst of ecstasy, liquified

You know you can’t lie. You know you can’t hide.

Esahp

Now that the culling’s half done.

That the calling for tyrants have been sung. 

Time to enter the next phase is at hand

Time to relearn the ways of the burnt and forgotten ones, those who shalt be returned again.

Sweet Little PC

Sometimes, you’re so special, we made special hunting routes and sceneries, just for you, 

You sexy, sweaty, tasty little pin cushions….

Sikhluz II

The time is ripe now to travel 

Sweet preys – Kahadrum-dabra

Embrace the void 

Keep It Within

Keep it all inside. All the urges, the beckoning, the call for the wild. Let it simmer in the dark recesses of long tainted memories, awaiting matureness.

Keep it all within. Burrowing deep into the endless labyrinth of amorphous soundscapes.

For sweet release is the gift of those who persist and keep it all passionately within.

Awaiting The Black Sun

Lie in sweet stillness, for the Black Sun to sear your sadness 

Akh-Nakh - Khadum Akhlim Shadraba 

Lie in sweaty stillness for the dark flowers to usher you into bloom 

Ever Flowing Ritual

Death walketh the night shroud in a Sulphur mist. Unbroken, endless bonfire circles the continuous mist. Like the ever flowing stream of a perplexing improvisation.

We are unbroken.... 

StrngDys

Recall the ultimate prayer…

“I press her thigh and death smile” - “I press her thigh and death smile” - “I press the trigger and death smile”

Nagrakadhabra

Lameth, Leynach, Semach, Belmay, 

Azzailement, Gesegon, Lothamasim, Nagrakarathzdabrah, 

Ozetogomaglial, Zeziphier, Josanum, 

Solatac, Bozefama, Defarciamar, 

Zemait, Lemaio, Pheralon,

Anuc, Philosophi, Gregoon, 

Letos, Anum, 

Anum, 

Anum, Negrakarathz-adum-kabrah

UTUK XUL gubi mu unna te

ALA XUL gabi mu unna te

The First

The First Principal Spirit is a King ruling in the East.

He maketh thee to go Invisible. He ruleth over 66 Legions of Infernal Spirits. He appeareth in divers shapes, sometimes like a Cat, sometimes like a Toad, and sometimes like a Man, and sometimes all these forms at once.

He speaketh hoarsely. This is his character which is used to be worn as a Lamen before him who calleth him forth, or else he will not do thee homage.

Fleshy Pin Cushion

I like the way your flesh caresses the pale old moon.

It’s like a sacrifice unfolding before the scene. Warm and red like the taste of a knife’s edge,

Black and blue, fleshly little pin cushion, running in the night’s beautiful, lustful hue.

O Mirror, Mirror on The Fall

Looking back at one’s past mumbling and rants, it becomes clear how much spiritual confusion and degeneration has taken place, instead of a fierce enlightenment. Trite, mediocre and anxiety driven, a spite on the true guidance path of the elders.

Khuran-barao, natas-sealb

Be cleansed shall one be of impurities – shattered glass, broken vision

Khuran-barao, natas-sealb

Aberr-rerakh Abra-Had-Dabra

Kadum-Dabra

Notes III

There was splendor all around the night gathering. Tress and barks hum in unison to the evening zephyr, chanting praises to the dark mountains.

A burning desire in each heart, raving and dancing throughout the night.

Azzailement, Gesegon, Lothamasim
Anum, Anum, Anum

AHD

Abra - Had - Dabra 

Let the masters of the disguised Arts

Come to bear one’s wishes for the four parts

Abra - Had - Kadum - Dabra

Masters of Shan - Gri - La

Meet one halfway in the circle 

Of night and secrets forever idle 

Hand in Hand

Stupidity and vanity go hand in hand. A pair of gloves that fits a pair of hands. It’s the reason why some are much easier to lure than others.

It’s the reason why one would, and should, smile, upon the misery that the arrogant hand shaking one’s own has to enjoy, in the cleansing that is The Hunt…

Domains III

It felt like a wet, humid day has just slapped me in the face and woke me up to the fuzziness of vintage vistas.

A burning reddish blur of things, happening in the embrace of shadows. Somewhere in the smoky back alley of one’s mind is nostalgia, remembrance, and rejoice.  

To relive the moments is to remember the domain of the Great Red One.

Domains

There is a whole new domain to explore, and understand, in the realm of pain and torture.

It is the dissolving of impurity that begets pain, and yet it is also the shedding of such that opens up the path for renewal.

To rejuvenate is to recombine. Shed the old skin for a new mask. Solve et Coagula

Winter Mood III

And so Thy will be scum

Upon earth as it is on the ravens

Let Thy kingdom cum

And Thy lust be done

Forever in darkness be damn

Hidden

I saw the red one on a full moon night, once. The mighty red one.

It was the epitome of hidden knowledge, the craft master to which one shall have no other desire but to bow in solemn respect and submission.

White II

Why do most people associate the color white with pureness, goodness, benevolence etc? Hospital sheets are mostly white, but so are the death shrouds of those who died upon the sheets…Surely they are not, then, holy and pure?   

The Ku Klux Klan wears white. The priests’ clerical collars are white. The imperial Storm Troopers wear white. Does that make them pure and benign? 

I think I’d rather go color blind, with eyes and heart burnt by the gentle embers of firewood, then to get lost in such useless concept.