Never More Intense

We never love more intensely than in the raining, flaming wrath of war

Clawing free in the wildest ecstasy of carnal and banal red memories

Spit on defeat and the dirty, lumpy ashes of shredded meat

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."

Repent

Repent foul ones! 

To the dark gargoyles and the pews of lustful nights

The blissful drips of punishment

Repent!

Revelation XIII

"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." 

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.

Sey Yas

On the precipice of the upheaval, scream out loud thine confirmation to the surge 

Hadra Kadrabha - Rehs-Hattcri Armothiaz

Summon the folds of black flame.

Old Wood Throne

“…within which were three or four large stones, forming a kind of seat, with a back and a foot-stool. On the upper stone lay a white petticoat; on the second a silk scarf.”

“The earth was trampled , the bushes were broken, and there was every evidence of a struggle.”

A Flat Kinda Situation

Flat on the ground with not a single shred of hope to be found anywhere around….

Welcome to the next 365 meaningless moments, ladies and gentlemen and all others who like to pretend to be something else.

Let's ride the banality with the utmost hate and pride.

Burning

When you smell something burning and yet see no visible fire or flame, be forewarned. 

For it is the inner smoldering, the eternal embers inside, which is causing the smell of heat and fire

Don’t sit and ponder on it. Stand up proud and embrace it.

Cough It Out Loud

A cold night, a handful of warm whiskey

A taste of blood on the cough, like little bitter cakes of love 

A well sharpen knife, a handful of warm blood

Let me love you proper and wild

Love you cough you out and loud  

Lost in the Moment V

It was a dark, damp night. One can still recall the phosphorous air, the charcoal black gorge walls.

One can also recall the look of fear and desperation from one’s father, falling into the cold, silent chasm, of red rivers of embers below. 

Was it an omen, a warning from the infernal dimensions, something like three hits and you’re out ? Or was it three strikes and you’re out?

Caution

When one sees another hurtling mindlessly towards a head on collision with reality, what should one do?

Advise the other of the apparent danger ahead, or sit back and enjoy the calamity as it unravels?

One would be wise to give a cautious ‘beware’ to entice the other into disregarding the advise, and then sit back to enjoy the calamity that unravels.

So.

Yep. Go on. Keep at it…never mind the critics 

Lost in the Moment IV

180 on the pitch black highway.  

I am the shadow meteor, the ghostly bullet screaming for target.

Taunt me, and I shall come running to thee….

Mask

“Virtue has a veil, Vice a mask”

Wonderful View XXXIV

Only the prettiest ones look good in red

Take Me

how shall you take me 

pretty, little, lost lady

will you come to eat me

devour the vices from head to knee

and let your beauty enchants me

Take A Stand

Stand proud among the weak, the meek, the lambs to the slaughter. Take no shit from the shitty community, and set out proud to shit on their cracked skulls. 

All hail the stubborn fucker who did not want to budge from a test of physique with my front fender last night. You truly took no shit from anyone…

RED

Never underestimate the macabre ways of passing into death

Silly Bloody Days

Looking back on those good ole snail-mail days of the extreme global underground musical circuit, one would be a fool not to laugh at some of the bad blood between ‘groups’ that goes on those days.

I still remember the days when HC/Punk shits would always look to pick up fights with Death/Black Metal cocks, at every fucking venue around my neighborhood. 

Great nights for bleeding fists and noses, I tell ya.

Now what does it all mean anyway? Can’t sing about evil if your punk/HC?

What a bunch of bullshits