Arcane laws from the time of Nebuchadnezzar   Justice by way of the swords  Resurrecting the hordes Return to the way of Assyrian warlords  Rejuvenation of primality  Reincarnation of the carnality Reinvigorate the belligerent mentality  The Rebirth of Archaic Brutality Old fire again burning bright  For old gods of Mesopotamian nights  To scorch the earth and blaze the warpath  To be the manifestation of nature’s wrath!

Portal to the worlds The tesseract colored flesh  Time dilation, distorted perception Life flashing like flickering light  I found myself at the umbrage of mercy  Deep breath sensation on my neck  From death  Pastiche to tragedy— The reaper sang to me The trivial to one—the tribulation to the other  The swans hummed my elegy Among their brothers  Of whom I was one.

(Vivace e Molto Allegro) A rose for the grave,  The hearse for the flower  Ashes to ashes  In death devoured  Death awaits me  Beyond tarnished gates Danse macabre  Of the reprobates  Necropolis still golden  Our skin still sanguine  All life now ceased The blood mosh of ninth circle sin  I awaken the silver storm  To whisk away the tattered, torn Remnants of the Scapegoats Whom the false god scorned Now turn the key  To enter the domain  Where the sun never rises  And the trees squall in pain Surrealities in profile  Silhouettes in denial  Trying to crack a smile  Through the looking glass’ denial Cat didn’t get the tongues  Screaming out the lungs Acheron still runs  What’s done has been done.

Extravasated through the needle of the eye The soul who thirsts hungers for masochism  Breathing its hot sweat all down  To fulfill the worming vision  So sacrificed yet still not sufficed  The will to behold the broken hourglass Beyond the ice  Don’t blink twice  Monks among the mice  Hungry for the Emmental-all stories of lies Skin tissue like deciduousness  In the equatorial summer heat  O, Wax man made of sand  Gaze before  The starry daylight  The mirror reflects  The mirage of reality  Gray assault  Evil bread  A broken promise Deflowers the dead Haunting choirs consternate  Fish flowing in the supercritical sky  Air and water, with fire converge  Until all become one with earth  Fists encapsulate the stardust  The heart of steel, devolved to rust Trireme in the middle of mirage  Sailing from carbonized fingers  Drifter on the forbidden earth  Know the maroon moon By the star of the north  Just a pebble in the cosmos  Cerulean and chartreuse  Viridian mixed with puce  Screaming ears tasting tears  Swiftly evaporated  Like the dew of deserting hope  On the hydrophobic mind  Sobriquet, memory engulfed   Blood on the eye of glass  Master of the strings  Composite of humours  Among other things. Morendo… (in the key of the DEAD). “The night a darkness came to be  A memento of my hatred for the living  Remember you must die, memento Mori  Blood red sky, moon, the salt of the earth, striving.  Fall deep into the abyss of the eyes of melancholy and lost hope  Sinking deeper into sands of time suffocating you deeply  Wash yourselves with the quenching tears of the firmament  Incense cleanses your body and mind Astrally, the continent is drifting deeper beyond the sky.  Capricornus, Capricorn, goat horns manifested in constellational madness drifting deeper into its own insanity Order into chaos, it is, and not the other way! Submit your will to Satan's entropy!  Deep in sin lies the serpent's skin As black as any Nightfalle  Temptation as above, so below So Below is now the above!  Wake the winged creatures from their infernal slumber!  The orchids grow from a ground deep with hatred  Soil rich with misanthropy of the fire  The uncaring flames gestate the flowers  In infernal symphony, beneath imperial spires  I've found myself masquerading a queen  More powerful than time Lilith, her name is  I drink her passion like wine!  The summer brought anguish to the Ravens Whose eyes telescopic foresaw the tide Turning the sign  Under the moon's eye.  As black as any Nightfalle is the contempt of the microcosm  Doomed harbinger  In the words of false prophets whose tongues bacterially decompose Evil  The word of infernal eternity  It conducts the sweetest symphony  As black as the nightfall before me. The sun, The stars, Turning black... Such Quenching supremacy.  Fear the triangle of 6!  Numerological malevolence!  Such flames were meant to be adorned By one beneath the sign of Capricorn  Chariots of hell emerging and disappearing  Light of a candle  The candleshadow  As above so below  Doom to Purity Pure hatred  Sadist Of time and all who coterminously oblige  Torment is found in the luster of the sword and dagger My altar  Red as blood And black as any Nightfalle  Ultimate  Will of the sacrifice Their blood for his worship Their power for his glory Crushed will of god  Defeat of the sabbath. Comatose, A lie  Told many times Shall die.  Golden moonlight from a crimson sky The moon twinkling in the eyes Of the mountain tops.  Heaven usurped  The victory of the curse Black magic awakening  Ride the dragon's wings.  Yearning For a nightfall so black, Incantation  Evoked  Our Might and Glory once lacked.  Whispering willows  Weeping  Can their call  Betroth the wind spirit?  Dreams of the incubus  Dominion of dreams The nightmare Terrorized!  The stories thus foretold As black as any Nightfalle Will turn your souls  As black as the night's call.” [Second half of lyrics (the Morendo) are a poem by Sadistic Blasphemer, written sometime late 2015]