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The Crusades Begin
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A shard of cosmic iron
Flung into a cursed desert
Unites a billion souls
Once only in a lifetime
A gift from God not Satan?
Are you so certain Saracens?
A gift of endless strife
The crusades begin
A pilgrimage of pain
And sword-cleaved disaster
Upon the Holy Land we march
In a parched zealotry
The deep-blue Middle Sea
Licking the golden sands
Awash with bright-red blood
And hordes in gleaming armour
Attain the grave of God
And dig a thousand more
Filled with the swollen kill
Of nine more holy wars
Through time, cold space
The Cosmos grins
Its ineffable smile
Shimmers
A black mirror in sand
Turned glass
Laid out for those that see.
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Descending from the hills
Heathens and barbarians
We raid Christendom by day
And the Caliphate by night
No Holy land is safe
No saint’s suffering
Meant a thing to us at all
But decay and death
Our rusted strings ring out
Quaint hymns to darkness
We look towards the past
Where our ancestors reigned
We carry their signs
The star, the swastika
We mock the barren god
And his rotten cross
Black Metal has no future, only the past
Upon the weak we spit
Unholy bile
No tolerance is here
For the precious snow-flakes.
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A spiritual plague sweeps the land of Oc
A heretical faith in Christ, no clergy
No church is recognised and what is worse
There are no sacraments or tithes
A creature both pestilent and insane
A possessed limb of the very Satan
Allows this to go on in his lands
It cannot continue any longer
True Christians of Île-de-France
Gather your arms and mount
You are here-by south-bound
With Christ on your shield, go and slaughter
How will you know your own - by God
Put all you find to the sword
The Lord will know his own - the Lord will
Take their souls Onwards
Wretches of Devil's foul design
Blinded by him spiritually and now
Blinded but one in one eye
Walk to your doom off Montségur Château.
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Wide-armed, glistening priest
Nude in the crypt with the choir
Wide-eyed, the lambs of Christ
Upon reaching the 13th Station
Swine at the troth
On Ramadan under
The synagogue brothel of Satan
Unwashed, duplicitous, hungry
For lamb but not piglet, vagrants
No shade in your desert under
The pillars in the ruins of faith
The forever aggrieved of Zion
Your Wailing Wall surrounds you
We laugh at your Messiah and we reject
You sefir upside or otherwise.
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Am I the last alive?
Alone and cold in the autumn of mankind
Walking the sad wastes of life
Under the grey sun and moon
A feast of clay and lizard flesh
A drink of rain with dust
Some things are never lost to us
The pleasures of viscera
I am the last alive…
The comfort of any home is mine
Yet none feel like one,
Filled with their owners’ bones
An unsafe world
Where I thrive
And in these wastes – I’m God
A real man, yet all I want
Is company and passion
A feast of clay and lizard flesh
Unsettled, wondering dreams
A soothing voice and a soft thigh’s skin touch
Wide blue staring eyes
No rest, no rest, before me
Lies the entire world
A feast of lizard flesh and clay
Awaits me…
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Gazing up towards the heavens
The myriads cursed in hell
Send their hate towards
The maker of this cruel world
God of not love, but only lies
Is the mundane hell of life
Not cruel enough
That you cast us into an eternal fire?
Hate from Hell
The God of lies
And your foul servants
Hate from Hell
We deny you
We laugh at your sermons.
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Darkness!
Howling in the highlands
Look up you peasants, see
And to your ramshackle homes flee
As vellum clouds roar
Send emerald cascades below
The storm nears
The storm-hate of evil
Fell voices sing
Unholy verse
And turquoise lightning lashes
A highland monastery
Lies in ashes
The virgin cult below it - spoiled
The dead arise,
Bent by the wind
The alpine moors a-wondering
No god will help a hapless pilgrim
caught here
Such un-safe travels and un-kind visions
Until the dawn, a sure thing
Here, the angry storm is king
The storm-hate of evil.
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Cold clear sky
Through a raven's eye
A chill breeze sweeps the forest
And heralds winter
And heralds winter
The sunset's last warm ray
Frozen in a dull droplet
Will there be another day?
It never seems that way
The woods stand naked, tall
Somewhere, a stream sounds
The voice carries far in autumn
And there is no-one here now
A deaf veil thrown over the world
As far as the black raven flies
The first of winter's snow descends
Consumes all in a velvet darkness
The endless months of ornate frost
White death-like fog over the lakes
The unseen moon presiding over winter storms
The pale yellow sun that brings no warmth
The raven soars in the sky
A herald of winter
Black wings - dark joy
A lonesome anticipating cry.
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In the cold light of solitude
Rests a clear and profound sadness
That in the end one is but one and that
To seek a multitude and to attain doom
One must be strong alone and carry
Their flame towards a bitter end
In the dark world of inner thought
Born are the grains of truth
Temper your heart and hold them high
Follow no-one’s but your own command
Hear me! You are alone and so
You must be strong or else you will not bear
The burden of what you must carry
And no will come to aid you
A gritted jaw and a clenched fist
A stubborn drive towards, towards
No one will thank you and no-one will
Weep when you are dead and cold
This is the difference between
Them and us
They need assurance that their life
Is not a farce
They pray to Christ
Or count their karma
Eat "lo-fat" food
And watch the evening news
I hope this world comes
To a fiery end
I long to see these people
Dead and charred
Their meaningless,
Contrived lives
Amount to naught
But wind and ash
Their creed of weakness
Is abhorrent to me
I long rejected their
God and Christ
I stand alone
Because there is no-one
That I need in this empty life
That I need in this empty life
Made full with only my desire
A never-fading burning black
The inner fire of my soul
And if these words stir up
A thought, a feeling, a renewed resolve
Join me in the cold light
Of inner pride and outer solitude.
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The day you realised that
God has died
His tomb stands empty
Because his bones were stolen
By the lying church that
Peddles saints’ skulls
To fools like you
For which it is well rewarded
The holy scripture is all tales-tall
Of endless folly cast as glory
Written by men hiding in monasteries
Instead of working and fucking their wives
That day you stood by the roadside
Leading through wilderness towards
Wrath, decadence, apathy and suicide
Nine stations of the inverted cross
This loss this death, this loss
Make sure it is in spirit only
The thorny path that leads towards
Nine stations of the inverted cross
All day is night now, for how long?
The only light here is black
Fear not, for you will be reborn
The moon will rise and a star will fall
The hidden flame burns deep inside
Illuminating the mysterious darkness
The cup, the sword, the skull,
The mirror bearing a likeness.
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Flickering Witchlight
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Flickering witchlight
In the woods before the sowing moon
Dances, but pay no heed
It leads the weary astray
Wells of silver light above
The mire glades
And the barrow isles in the mist
Where no-one lives
These emerald walls enclose whispered secrets
Of men’s death in loud anger
Consumed by moss, entombed in fog
Their bones lie scattered in a pale oblivion
The witching queen Mara
Is seen here from time to time
Hopping from pit to hubble
Each one a soldier’s grave
The stench of death rises in the summertime
Robs whole towns of their sleep and health
The flickering witchlight dances
In the distant glades and the cold hills
No rest or sleep for the graveless fallen
But howling nightmares in the eternal night
Lest the living might forget
Of death in their joy of life
Flickering witchlight
In the woods before the harvest moon
Dances, but play no heed
It leads the weary astray.
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