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Rise, ablaze, libidinous Devildom voyeurs Ascend to smother the light Nascent aeons confer...
Chaos is spat From the black eternal sea Serrated mountains of mad shadows Carving towards misdeed
Stormchoirs gather A pestilential hiss Sunset evokes Luciferian fire The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice Supernal vestments hang tattered Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory Invasions scale Babel's ivory towers Poised to sodomise a world upon it's knees
Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent
We are as a flame born unto the darkness Desires burning in palatial glades And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves...
Attack!
Wreak atrocities on those we have despised Judgements be riven, from the skies Darkness empower let us master prophecy Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy Written in flesh across the howling ether
Artemis spread the bliss of this Lupercalia
With stars erased, throw wide the gates The infidel soon unmasks her face Neath silken shroud she waxes horn Sharpened to skewer dawn...
I am as a plague, born to the priestess The secret amour of her archangelic rape Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake
Wreak atrocities on those we have despised Judgements be riven, from the skies Darkness empower let us master prophecy Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy Written in flesh across the howling ether
"The most August sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet's severed head unto all nations"
Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth
"Our voices are opened graves Through which the never-dead escape"
From dank, abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy...
The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder... Heaven torn asunder.
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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