Yhet

"For the disincarnate, the reward they seek is your willingness to communicate. 

Once you open an Eternal Portal, they will attempt to force themselves upon you by trickery and events they assume will cause fear in you, until you acquiesce. 

They have been doing this for, perhaps, centuries and

you are new to this. Prepare yourself to be tricked, lied to,

played and basically raped in the underworld."

Hierarchy

"His name was Nebro, which is interpreted as ‘rebel,’ 

but others name him Yaldabaoth. 

And another angel, Sakla, also came from the cloud. 

So Nebro created six angels, with Sakla, to be attendants, 

and these produced twelve angels in the heavens, 

and each one received a share in the heavens."

Repent

Repent foul ones! 

To the dark gargoyles and the pews of lustful nights

The blissful drips of punishment

Repent!

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 

Threshold

Enter Thy Gate, always, in solemn silence

Through the embers, all shall remember, khadum-dabra

Ad Infinitum

In Lotus Land

Like I said once

It’s you  dirty so much when I love…..

Lick your night clean in the silky, sweaty toes

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

Recnim

I ponder upon the cold, dreamy void and it becomes clear to me

The meaning lies with the pondering soul on the other side

Re-understand

There is a pressing need to re-understand and conceptualize torture. It is not pain and suffering.

It is simply an interface with the superior, enigmatic and curious ancients.

Tweaking

....."It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.".....

A Homage Inspiration

  

You can always count on a busty pin up for some hunting ‘inspirations’. 

The kind that spice up the whole pursue, overcome and dominate ritual into a sort of pilgrimage.

As wordy as it may seem it does make the whole experience feel like homage to the divine atavism of time immemorial….in short: nothing beats orgasm with the full scent of blood at hand.

Sometimes

Sometimes, less or no words are actually a blessing, even in music. 

One should know that well after all the frustrating moments when a decision has to be made between keeping a hunting game alive, a little bit longer, or not and too many voices are trying to decide which one should be done. 

Less is, indeed, “more”.

Welcome

Welcome to the next sacrifices…to another timeline of death, decay and sickness. 

A static buzz of death bound magick

Set all talismans to the black earth, to the soft pale skin, to the salty waters of the veins.

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.

Sleepless - I

How can one sleep with so much joy abound? 

A truck load of death, a festival of knives, dancing lose on the streets, and a bountiful of joy and joy and joy and joy abound, all around.  

I am a flux, a permanent wave, soaring out of bounds 

Wonderful View XXX

Don't be shy, don't be remorseful, don't be worrisome,

Just be fain

Reap

I always know that the time is ripe for raping the seeds that I’ve sown for so many years when I see the night skies turned crimson last Samhain…

The forest is cleared of fogs and the talismans are shimmering with the old light, emanating deep from the evergreen heart of the night, calling me forth to reap what I’ve sown. 

Sometimes it feels as if each deep dark nooks and crannies of the forest is a summon to reap.