A veil of mist, a foreign coast. The calm before their battle cry. Steel drawn, the line of shields must hold. Through mist, the first arrow, it flies.
I am not of Jesus Christ I'm not. and I am not a Satanic Child I'm not. and I know not no property of high or low. and I know where I come from and whereto I will go.
Dedicated to the witch Marrigje Ariens. Born 1521, Burned 1591 in Schoonhoven, Holland. . Haunting the cloudless black sky. Braver at night. Hidden as the lips of her cunt.
Father who are in the sky. Hold thy hand above me. Mighty is the raging waves. On which I ride. . Mother who awaits me ashore. Let your golden hair down.
The old crow's cry the first warning. The rumbling frozen ground the last. Hooves thundering on the three feet snow. The icy dawn yet to begin. . Bursting through the icy morning.
Death's star on horizon. Lightning and rain. Black winds and thunder. The skyline is in flames. . Written in the red mist. The sign of the one. Who rides death's cold wind.
The altar covered. in lifegiving cum. the smell of. forever running wet cunts. . Flesh and sweat. dancing bare limbs around the fire. the sound of clashing.
O, so it is written son. When all waters and land you see. All around came to birth. Man and beast was one. And the gods of the sky. Walked the face of the earth.
Blood Blood Blood. . Voltures soaring high above me waiting to descend. To sink their claws into my fucking flesh and to rip myself apart. Leeches slimy creatures drain me bone dry and leave me to die.
She is open wide She isn't hard to please. She drives me fucking wild I want her on her knees. She floats and insists I am hot and can't resist. She suck me to the core [Now] I can't take no more.
Fire and ice. Fire and ice. Fire and ice. Fire and ice. . Born a son of Nordic tribe. Early spring morning I arrived. When sails were set, the ships all done.
I swear the oath of blood. and tear the virgin's flesh. I gash the wounds of heaven. and rides the wings of death. . Tonight the cauldrons are filled.
Now that the virgin bitch. breastfeads death. and the winds smell strong. of the dragons breath. . And all the stars fall down. like fuckin' rain of fire.
We just never seem to keep a single promise that we make. We just never seem to mean a single word of what we say. I just can not believe in the very well accepted need to.
When I asked myself the other day I came to realise I'm not ok. I've burned my fingers bad before I've seen myself through worse I'm sure. But just the same I'm really not ok.
Orgy of silence. Conspiracy of peace. Only the sound. Of the cold northern breeze. . Twinsun sink fading. Behind the black lake. Asleep is the mountains.
Dark baleful shades astride the mystic heath,. Old land's enchantments, wolf-eyes agleam,. The moon slips 'neath the darkening sea,. The trees sing enthralling chants as the old gods dream....
Chained to the log. Handcuffed and drugged.. Still pain is all you feel.. A piece of meat that hardly breathes.. Still much a human being.. Forcing his way into your ass..
[Whispers something]. Now the night lays dark and cold. Upon a world at sleep. Across he world sweeps a crimson haze. Now the virgin's seal is broken.
Now the night lays dark and cold. Upon a world at sleep. Across he world sweeps a crimson haze. Now the virgin's seal is broken. The fertility rite is complete.