A stark contrast to bleakly view. Mono chromic ways. Fecund creeping ulcerate. Cancer feeds on me. . Begin my solstice, forth of twelve. Terminal complaint.
Cut, dissected from within. Like clockwork run the cells. An unearthly silent din. A constant toll of bells. Mocking laughter evermore. No sight of a refrain.
taken from letters sent by Jack the Ripper. . Fired anticipation, burns within me.. Revealed in illness, at infancy.. . Whispering Jack, born in a fever..
Roasted visions unherald the call. Pay the piper or face the fall. Unpleasant benevolence. Undesired, it's your defense. . Rotting flavored retribution.
Cut, dissected from within. Like clockwork run the cells. An unearthly silent din. A constant toll of bells. Mocking laughter evermore. No sight of a refrain.
Dedicated to Julian May, author of "The Many Coloured Land(The Saga of the Exiles in the Pliocene epoch). . The rupture of the brain from flesh, children of the black..
Contained in blood scrawl, compiled evil artifacts.. Insane instigators of ritualistic pacts.. Necronomicon, bestial methods, age old torrid acts.. If darker side thus beckon, in limbo boundaries must be smashed!.
Contained in blood scrawl, compiled evil artifacts.. Insane instigators of ritualistic pacts.. Necronomicon, bestial methods, age old torrid acts.. If darker side thus beckon, in limbo boundaries must be smashed!.
Such a gruesome bleeding heart. Stabbing against the thrust. Those vicous memories. Of broken trust. The bitter food of hatred. I will force feed. Youll suffer my indifferrence.
Agonising road to ruin. Fright filled roots of soul. Iconoclasmic nightmare watching. Grief now uncontrolled. Uncertain loss, my pain - frustration. Now to reign regret.
As I skulked past the gates. And drew behind the stones. The winding trees enveloped. The cloak around my bones. . Peering through the night's mist. I crept through the fen.
Descending through thickened mist. An old man reached inside and tore out my slumber. Ivory twists an open claw. Set upon the skulls of man. . Formative years aside.
In death she spoke of waiting. Her final days were long. These fields have changed since last she wept. Before the silent throng. . She sits where childhood memories lie.
Through tainted mass. A scourge unseen. Brought three winters forth. And set between. . After these hundreds of years. The embers and fate will collide.
I knew you some years before. Deep in prayer under bough. Futile sighs in vital skin. Your flesh caressed by night. . Yet change came quickly. A bruise in the air, it staggered within.
Countless times below me. Rivers rose and fell. Ageless stones eroding out. Across the endless swell. . Songs to pave the seasons. Wounds to follow birth.
Name the aspect of oblivion. That instilled in you such dread. In the moment that was waiting. Where the causal chain had led. . Describe the pure finality.
The dream descends to the region of moon. To the land, the sphere of eternal sin. A half light, dark the realm of Nanna. The realm of spirits and the father of the gods.
Black haired witches. Bitches with their goats. Black robes and candles. Rituals can begin!. City of lust. Incest and brutality. City of sin. Pleasures so sweet.
On fire of darkness. Rise a scream of hate. Satanas want vomit. On son of God's face. Your eyes have wrath. And promising a slaughter. The angels of Lucifer.