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

Armothiaz

I am the nightly shroud embodied

Shagrah wagrah armothiaz

Courier of nocturnal desires

Amargrah…I shall walk your windows past the dead of daylight…

Life Stench

A Blade to a Skin is a Fang to a Prey

Lonely be the Snow you shall sleep in, stranger

Scent of Life

Sometimes one misses that foul, wet stench of life present in life concerts.

The bleeding wounds that bloom among masses of futile angst and pointless rebellion.

The desolate walk home….The ever lovely encounters with pin cushions faggots, and monotheist scum.

Long live the concerts – the true enchantingly memorable hunting grounds.