When day is
gone the night is dusk
Grotesquely dark, hostitely ancient
Territories in obscurity.
The utter darkness descends
Something wild possesses the Earth
Where hunger guides ensomnia-makers
...Add the colour of disgust and paint the
When night is dusk.
is what we get
When moon metastasis are reached out
Herbivorous instincts strike
The fear of flesh to be devoured
Sunrise blade... Slash sanguines, bright
Celestial beast's evescerated
My nocturnal passage stirs up
Fit I thought neglected
My heathen fit...
Archaic rapture follows
The unity of flesh and flames
When night is gone the day is light
Oh vital light, perennial, ancient
Carnal spark the sun ignites...
things have birth
Day blood awakening to justify and excuse
My pagan burst!
Doors of his
face, the lamps of his mouth
Vargant Lord of plagues
And deserts, he speaks on behalf
Of savage and of charm
Thus loathsome and beautiful twin
Skitful, trigid hands.
So subtle the nature of sin.
For many in shapes of the beautiful unversed
Multiform it's species;
Vestments and vestures are diverse
So charming, attractive, delicious and sweet
There's a grace in vile, a glamour,
Enjoy the unique
Comes now impetuous tide to waters wild,
Seas, ship furrowed not
Comes now the concept
Left to minds
A day when great is subverted.
And will we mourn over his gifts?
Nescient of the gloom, once sent to a realm of
Their commonness has passed us by.
Mortal architects, we raise the pathology high...
wave to hurricane
From secret lust to world aghast
And pain insane
Yes, chaos proliferous
Chaos spawn, grown
From serpent speech to deeds eldritch
From blow to storm
From high-raised hands to interment
And hate inhate.
As these pestilent spores we imbibe
...Forever rage's becoming guide
Burn every seed -
Whatewer that tempts, that enslaves,
Whatewer that they've unleashed upon
Us; another triumph of hate
spirit in guest
The link of wrath in a chain og scorn.
the icon they paint
What is this substance to call it God?
The poison is vomited out,
It's a vicious art.
vision take your heart!
Where iron like father reminds brothers
Of their consanguinity, averting bloodshed.
Where beasts, tired of roaring, rise and
Gaze at the sky, and are there so many
Of them 'cause they have a different
Vision of God?
bird brings the gold of
Sunset and all the might of it's
Conflagration; lions dream, having their
Faces on pads.
Garden, garden where wolves lick cold
Iron and the glance of a beast
Means more than wisdom itself.
haunt with ease -
Feral in the masses
Garden, man-made cosmos.
falls downwards like idol
From temple roof,
And sometimes he seats with a wings so
Does it seem for him he's flying high over the
Or does he pray?
Or is he hot?
Violently tapped on a 6-string bass
He sits down
with holy tears
And waters the ground with tears
Then Humanity takes it's root
Underneath his foot?
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head
And the catterpiller and fly
Feed on the Mystery
And it bears
the fruit of Deceit
Ruddy and so fucking sweat to eat;
And the Raven his nest has made
In it's thickest shade
The Gods of
the earth and sea
Sought thro'Nature to find this Tree
But their search was all in vain
There grows one in the Human Brain
didst taste Thou the
Fruit of Deceite and of Human Abstract -
Bitter, tart and wormy
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the worm?
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod or bowl?
Until a thousand spirits go astray in dark
..."The human form, eternally
distance long between you
Craving lips and inspiration chalice
Whose wine like fever - neverending
to make them sands
Falling from your feeble hands
Thought's like views of nothingness
Malice leaves through broken glass (follows the
Rid your eyes
Take a nought, a chaos
Perfect clay to sculpt from it
Here comes creative passions play...
Warm of will, a carrion of might
Another string bizzare of violin of mine
Creative serpent burst, the universal urge so
See the man's becoming Demiurge
Dawn a force;
Skin forebodes a driven nails
That's a power tempting wise man
And lending colours to the moon
Granting orchid it's charm and splendour
comes, the light itself
Seems to be not of this Eaarth.
the splendour of this
Neurally perplexed body
That's something morbid...
Twisted tactile witchery
Nevermore thing accept the way they followed
Bodily affairs... Psychotic trip
I passed an instant after death
To scan a canvas chemical
Perception's in progress, entirelly reversed
Within it streams
Where sense a choir of twisted nerves
Cold liquid streams
Sweet silver smell
I'm floating in
And turned apart
Of sinesthetic art
Of sinesthetic throe