hellish, earthly and heavenly goddess of the crossroads; guiding light queen of the night, enemy of the sun friend and companion of darkness you who
Come gather now to this humble feast I host this hallow night come join the masquerade attend the pleasure and delight come drink the sweetest wine I
Seven signs upon the welkin high a prophecy of man to die the irony of the curse was the fact of the prayer it was invoked in ignorant despair a boundless
it shall come one night a darkness for centuries to last when water turns to blood andwineto poison shadows of dimensions far up high dwells strongly
hear the haunting theronade like a chant through a timeless abyss or the cries from the wolves from the long lost woods moon-less nights caress her in
Private Apocalypse No more tears Apocalypse Are you afraid Devils dance their psychotic waltz By the sound of your pumping heart Your daemons rape your
She stands at the top of the castlewall she gazes at the seashore below half a glass since the crimson of dusk but her sombre soul takes no notice of
when the grimson red skies baths the horizon in a poisonous kiss I kiss my hammer I kiss my sword my eyes glear of infernal joy in my dreams I saw them
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Only the crows Fly at night Viewing the desolation Only the crows Cry at night. And the victims of my desecration My time is at night When I hear the
.Ohh mistress of emotions night in twilight rays of grey in your embrace alone I find endurance the fragile hours set between the sundown and the dawn
[Written by Richard Chaucer anno 1572] alone walkyng, in thought planing, and sore sighing, all desolate. me remembryng, of my livyng, my dethe wishyng
RISE!! high above the crystal sea the lake of fools FLY!! fly on the wings of your soul invoke the daemon that dwells at the core of your soul the beast
Free my spirit from the flesh free my soul from the mediocre state of mortality I shall dance with the ravens that circle the sky between dream and death
into the darkest forrest they go dressed in black dressed in coats women of evil lust unholy congregation at the darkest hour their torches they light
Do you sense the daemon that watches you While you sleep in your bed Do you feel the claw of my mental embrace Ohh suffer my daemonwrath The intense touch
Heathen warcry I summon the strength of the gods warcry! my soul is free to become possessed and new reward shall be given as we ride under the... black
I am the writer of the plays, played at the theatre of pain I am the joker in the most evil of all games I host the circus of the plague SO!! Cut me with