Hadraz Shadra-baz!!

By the light of Moon, the dance of spirits

We command Thee to bring forth out thirst for the unlight

Thine mighty Dur-Hadraz – gate keeper to the boundless night

Compendium

To live is to savor every disappointment, every hatred,

Each dripping blood, scrapped flesh, boiling lust

Condensed for the pleasure of all time

Solve et coagula

Hadraz-Kadhum Dabra

Comes A Time

After all the courting, the mutilating, the running and capturing and repeating, there must come a time when you have to be bold and end it. Why would you continue playing around when there’s more prey out there to feast upon?

Seek & Sought

“Arterial Sacred Elixir is bright red, pushing with power to a
swollen organ or a filled breast-begging to be taken, used,
released of its burden-sent out to implore the needy to live
through its message. 

It carries Iron, the destination of the

magnet, the forward force of motion, leading the path to

magnetic fulfillment. Arterial Blood is both the seeker and

the sought.”

Victory!

O great Death, we thank thee for the guns, the flames, the knives 

The insanity that grants us untamed hatred

Onward astride our boiling death lust darkness, we march to Victory

Zero Hour

Let the culling begin

Unchain the simmering sickness

The wretched ugliness most foul

When o When

When your back is against a wall, it’s time to smile and let shine your fangs

Howl to the dark as it boils your hormones sharp as steel

Be One With It

"Stand over the grave and allow your feet to bleed into the soil beneath your feet. Take in the sorrow and leave your sorrows there. You must be with death, seek it, feel it, and discover it over and over again. You must cut your feet many times and bleed into many graves, burying a part of yourself each time.” 

Night March

“It is therefore, properly speaking, the religion of the devil, the cultus of darkness, 

hatred of good carried to the height of paroxysm: 

it is the incarnation of death and the persistent creation of hell.”

Cigam Kcalb

Black Magic is really only a graduated combination of sacrileges and murders designed for the permanent perversion of a human will and for the realization in a living man of the 

hideous phantom of the demon.

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." 

Revelation I

“Black Magic is really only a graduated combination of sacrileges and murders designed for the permanent perversion of a human will and for the realization in a living man of the hideous phantom of the demon. 

It is therefore, properly speaking, the religion of the devil, the cultus of darkness

, hatred of good carried to the height of paroxysm: it is the incarnation of death and 

the persistent creation of hell.”

Hail, Red Skies

“There was no sadistic pleasure in the killing. I killed them as I would like to be

killed myself, enjoying the extremity of the death act itself. 

If I did it to myself I could only experience it once. If I did it to others, I

could experience the death act over and over again.”

Wild II

Serpentine, reptilian, we slither and slit in shadows

Hadra; Armothiaz;

 

Aoth: Abaoth: Basum: Isak:

Sabaoth: Iao:

Rockin’ A Night’s Attic

Sometimes you just want to rock the cold dreamy grasp of night,

In the heat of a surging moonlight, howling to proclaim the attic as my shrine of blood

Let Darklight In

Let it in, let it in, let it all in

Red Rum Reprise

I have many, many stories to tell, to share. 

Like tell-tale signs of the moon sigil, the star shadow, entangled in the woods’ embrace. 

Bleeding under no mercy, no sound but gasps of pleasure.

Latent

When you breath, we breath too. Like mirrors in an unseen wall full of windows.

Smiling back at you when we meet in the warmth of night.

Htarw

“I did it all for me. Purely selfish. I worshiped the art and the act of death, over and over. It’s as simple as that. Afterwards it was all sexual confusion, symbolism, honoring the “fallen.” I was honoring myself. I hated the decay and the dissection. There was no sadistic pleasure in the killing. I killed them as I would like to be killed myself, enjoying the extremity of the death act itself. If I did it to myself I could only experience it once. If I did it to others, I could experience the death act over and over again.”

Rize

From blackened embers, rise, rise, rise

Clench your anger to the skies.