A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding
Spells lay daggers before m
passion speaks in grue vehement stab
Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pai
the tumour grows until the enemy is slai
(Gut The Church
Slightless stor
knee-deep in hate I seet
my purpose here has woken to breat
Total war on the brethren of Me
millions regardles
dying by my han
A Black Age Of Fir
brief in its vicious eloquenc
removing the dros
love will arise from the ashes of your los
Then and only the
will the pleasure of Eden be min
and the sinews of life itself will be tie
in the very veins of my bloodlin
And their tears taste like wine..
I will rule as a kin
and the Goddess will sit as my guiding Quee
in the glory of the earth our crowns are studde
with the jewels of blasphem
The blood is the life
I seek to evoke a new order in Ma
a flood of compulsion to resurrect Khe
the lion is vexed to uproot and descen
Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dus
tempering weapons of criminal lus
I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecie
thinning the cause as fresh cells to diseas
The blood is the life
Even the moon will not lend thee her ligh
the darkness serves will to snuff out human lif
that I might reclaim the world as my righ
I kill without scruple or silent regre
in haunts of the sinister lunar aspec
for I am the pleasure that comes from your pai
tiny red miracles falling like...rai
The incessant pall of death surrounds m
but this is not the part of me that wishes to bree
there will be no dread thereafte
the mysteries I reveal unto the
I stir the hearts of the wises
by the fools I will always be feare
my Kingdom feeds off their slaughter..
A crescendo of passion bleeding..
on the pale reflection of daw
Devour The Su
"The Great Man of his tim
is He who expresse
the Will of his time
who tells his time what it wills
and who carries it out"
Hegel
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