Azaganamthar

sagbi AZAG galra mu te unna

Ask one not the dreams and lust of a ruinous night traveler

mu unna  galra NAMTAR te zibi

Thunderous mighty twisting, forever in lust and stormy evenings

Ruinous

Damp nights, sweaty mind

Humming street lights beckons

Chants up a ruinous lust 

Damp night, a host of angst

Hear the sharp steel fuming

Tlos

You’re lost little girl, because I can’t see you in my mind

Morbosus

Oriens splendor lucis aeternae

    Et Lucifer justitae: veni

    Et illumine sedentes in tenebris

    Et umbra mortis.

Remember the Strength

Dies irae, dies illa

    Solvet Saeclum in favilla

    Teste Satan cum sibylla.

    Quantos tremor est futurus

    Quando Vindex est venturus

    Cuncta stricte discussurus.

    Dies irae, dies illa!

Threshold

Enter Thy Gate, always, in solemn silence

Through the embers, all shall remember, khadum-dabra

Ad Infinitum

3

We shall be together, always, in three

Life , Death , Rebirth 

Ad Nauseam

Yaced

Remember, lost ones, you shall look decayed and ruined, no matter how long the path it took you to return to dirt

Running is not a solution

Full and Neverending

Once the Fire spread let it travel vast and wide, 

like a vista of red glowing skies never ending

Anoragahar, armothiaz-chadarar

Fulfil every mortal’s fear of what stirs in The Dark

Clap

Peekaboo… 

N.A.M.B.

Beatus

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

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…

Nothing

Hold a knife, blooded

To the throat of Love

We are The Lust

That comes from Nothing

N.A.M.B.

Mortem

Azagnamtar

Again

How reiterate do times have one to many

Ask me not the dreams and lust of a night walker
Thunderous mighty twisting, forever in lust and evenings

sagbi AZAG galra mu te unna

mu unna  galra NAMTAR te zibi

Across and Onward

Come sail beyond the rivers

Calm dark water stirs

Revealing passages beyond darkness stirs

Thrice Almighty

Thee shall believe in The Night Almighty

For it is the thrice great revelation

Of ravaging power

Of lustful fires

Of darkened soil

N.A.M.B.

Ante

Metrom Siclud

Ardrah, be awaken thee cold evening everlasting – Armothiaz throghul Kardabahs

Life Stench

A Blade to a Skin is a Fang to a Prey

Lonely be the Snow you shall sleep in, stranger

N.A.M.B.

Nemo

Sligis-Thrishmegistus

Hadra, be awaken thee night everlasting – Armothiaz syoghrul Kadrabha

Love Is

Obedience. Submission. Dominance.

Ardrah, Arbalah, Rehs Hattcri arzothias

Funus Musica

Ardrah, Ardah, Arbalah, Kardabahs arzothias

Sligis-Sligis

Hadra Kadrabha - Rehs-Hattcri Amorabha

Sligis

Rehs-Hattcri

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

Night Treat

Abra-Kadum-Abra

Dark as the tidings of the rising tempest, welcome the black rain drips,

For our lady of the coven, the bearer of sigils, 

UTUK XUL gubi mu unna te

ALA XUL gabi mu unna te

The Fourth

The Fourth Spirit is a Great Marquis. He appeareth in the form of a little Horse or Ass, and then into Human shape doth he change himself at the request of the Master.

He speaketh with a hoarse voice. He ruleth over 30 Legions of Inferiors. He teaches all Liberal Sciences, and giveth account of Dead Souls that died in sin.

Another Lullaby

And yet another lullaby, has been cast in stone, for the Mighty Three.

Under the woods, beneath the leaves, the warm blackened soil.

A lullaby for the Lovely, Mighty Three

Forever forlorn, in ecstasy

The Third

And the Third Spirit is a Mighty Prince. This Spirit is of a Good Nature, and his office is to declare things Past and to Come, and to discover all things Hid or Lost.

And he governeth 26 Legions of Spirits.

The Second

The Second Spirit is a Duke. He is under the Power of the East, and cometh up in the form of an old fair Man, riding upon a Crocodile, carrying a Goshawk upon his fist, and yet mild in
appearance.

He maketh them to run that stand still, and bringeth back runaways. He teaches all Languages or Tongues presently. He hath power also to destroy Dignities both Spiritual and emporal, and causeth Earthquakes. He was o the Order of Virtues.

He hath under his government 31 Legions of Spirits.

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.

Doom

Doom is the nightshade that puts all to sleep, except the lustful ones, born to seek dew-tainted blood.

Doom is the amorphous lady of the coven, riding the zephyr to cast out mourning lights by the caskets.

Dark as the tidings of the rising storm cloud, Doom is a black wetness for our lady of the coven.

Again, No Worries

Like we said before.

There is no explanation needed.

No answers, no discussion required, whatsoever.

When blacken blood has been spilt to wet the white fangs deep within.

No worries, no apologies, nothing are ever needed, ever again.

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.”

No Worries

No explanation needed.

No answers required.

When horrid urges rears its fangs deep within.

No worries, no apologies, nothing are ever needed.

Small yet Intense

“Your art project is edgy but pushing it too much makes it tacky. You need to keep it sublime, mysterious, undefinable. Referring to hunts and murders are tiresome clichés, that should be minimized as an ephemeral background”

Thus spoke the most satisfying pray this side of the wintery moon, for whose cold bed a pizza has been embedded for ultimate tackiness.


Thank you Eternal Night, for such small yet intense pleasures.

Seven By Seven

“When she had finished her incantation,

She pinched off fourteen pieces of clay,

And set seven pieces on the right,

Seven on the left.

Between them she put down a mud brick.

She made use of a reed, opened it to cut the umbilical cord,

Called up the wise and knowledgeable

Womb goddesses, seven and seven.

Seven created males,

Seven created females,

For the womb goddess is creator of fate ”

Dream The Undreamt II

“On the first, seventh, and fifteenth of the month

He made a purification by washing.

Geshtu-E, a god who had intelligence,

They slaughtered in their assembly.

Nintu mixed clay

with his flesh and blood.

They heard the drumbeat forever after.”

Dream The Undreamt

“Come, let us carry
The counselor of the gods, the warrior, from his dwelling.
Come, let us carry Ellil,
The counselor of the gods, the warrior, from his dwelling.
Now, cry battle!
Let us mix fight with battle!”

And so, behold, the communion was made through the fiery feast

Melek Taos

“He has given the entire control of this world for ten thousand years to the bright spirit, Melek Taos, and Him, therefore, we worship. Moslems and Christians are wrongly taught that he whom we call Melek Taos is the spirit of evil. We know that this is not true. He is the spirit of power and the ruler of this world. At the end of the ten thousand years of his reign—of which we are now in the third thousand—he will reenter paradise as the chief of the Seven Bright Spirits, and all his true worshipers will enter paradise with him.”

VVhore

Lie down gently my sweet little vvhore

Lie down moldy and sexy, trust the warmth of my steel, sweet little vvhore

He Cares Nothing

“Well, we, of course, also believe in God,” he told me

“but our difference from all other religions is this—that we know God is so far away that we can have no contact with Him—and He, on his part, has no knowledge or interest of any sort concerning human affairs. It is useless to pray to Him or worship Him. He cares nothing about us. Not if we die, if we kill each other during parades, become fags or even atheists for that matter.”

Seven Towers

Few dreams have hold me enthralled in the aether as had this one.

It was a clear vivid message.

“Stretching across Asia, from Northern Manchuria, through Thibet, west through Persia, and ending in the Kurdistan, was a chain of seven towers, on isolated mountain-tops; and in each of these towers sat continually a priest of Satan, who by “broadcasting” occult vibrations controlled the destinies of the world for evil”