Betrayer

You twist the life I gave you, betrayer,
mould emotion to a point, betrayer,
and stab me, smiling, in the heart.
Veils of deceit fall from your soul,
and cursed I still stand tall.
With memories wiped of a past now unknown,
each night I fight with torture mine own.
Betrayer,
Youre not what you were,
Betrayer.
That ripened tongue of new deceit,
Rips within my soul, that was ours.
The end of eternity... betrayer.

The Oncoming Flood

When I know hell is here,
as the blood drips from my arms,
to feel the strength, when your horns pierce the sky.
Rising above all heavens creatures, the highest of high in the kingdom of thorns.
Immortal purity, Satanically blessed.
As the flames grows higher within my soul.
The oncoming flood in the valley of god.
Till the burning pleasure reached and fulfilment bestowed... then .. as the cold snow falls on my body below.

Beneath the Undreamed:

Barren- except for the inner warmth of the dark shroud,
waste land, but within I am clean.
I stand alone at the path few have trodden,
save the wolves and beasts of the ancient earth,
whispering, but I am one and clear in mind,
An eternal winter.

The forest so deep, the calling so clear,
the forest so deep, my challenge of fear.

The moon above lightens my way,
as shards brake through the woven roof.
Solitude, beneath the undreamed,
I sleep under the mythical stone,
in the hope that the dreams will come.
Drifting through dominions of sadness and despair.

The forest so deep, the calling so clear,
the forest so deep, my conquest so near.

Nearing the oracle, the wolves call,
backed by whispering wrath.
Travelling, able to shift with the beast,
the astral power of lucid being.
I've found my peace

I stand aloft the roof of the earth,
the sweet cold smell of the forest below
I am there,

I will transcend this life

Through The Ever Winter

Walking in open fields, the heavy night close to me,
beasts aware, foretelling the calling.
I am alone, warm within, civilisation gone from my mind.
Ancient arts forbidden before now known to me.

Above the frozen wastes of the ever winter,
wolves gather and the seed of sin grows within.

Still the black flame burns inside me,
and with freezing chill it will burn through the hearts of the holy,.
Winter fog falls over the earth, to cleanse for the new reign.
As an invisible empire, we grow stronger,
no want to repent, waiting to hail the serpent,
what will I see when this world is gone,
where will I be - at rest and in peace within an immortal body.
I am alone, yet I am many, I will stand with the forest apart but one.
I will see what the crow sees, and feed on what the wolf feeds,
pure evil, pure hate, an ever winter, freezing cold, here with the ancient and the old.

In Old Times, When I was Crypt Creeping and Grave Seeking

From this crypt where I dwell,
cold fog comes rolling in,
crawling through the graves - seeking,
Listen! The silence is mine, this eternal night is mine.
Cold moon, weak and weary, no need for your cold glow. Tonight you must rest.
I will watch the dead, and pull them from this realm.

Away behind me, endless acres open, and still all is quiet, save the wisps of the wind,
the new raging moon, casts its unlight, into my vast grave. The grave I seek, from the old times when I was crypt creeping and grave seeking.

Darkness and Death Majesty

Bloody thanks the night has come,
The eternal shade from the unwanted light,
and the puppets have fallen, their masters scared.
I spit on that.
Fall away - light bound foolishness,
wash away - light blinded eyes,
Step into the pale dominion of truth, and taste the metal of my will.
Death, old friend,
death, degraded by the blemished,
Death, the new truth of truths.

Witching Magic Of My Heart and You

On the journey to my new past.
Sunless life and ecstatic in the darkness.
The one long night - where the churches burn.
You were waiting, and our heart knew of the cold for the mortals, the warmth for us, the fear of the mortals, the joy for us.
I cry I scream, the beast wants out of its confines, the masked one - break through this body,
I will burst from this life and send chills down their spines.

You were there - I see you. We leave our shapes and drift into the woods. We mingle in the midnight air - through the soil, through tree, through mist, through life to life eternal..

Bleak Black Metal Hatred

An emptiness and a cold quietness.
Lifeless everlasting.
Now I see how lifeless, life can be

My mind opens to the stars,
mapping my path to the fallens lair
enshrouded by a realised dream.

Visions of Transience

Now I see blood red dawning,
now I see, dark flames calling,
across the planes of the sick light existence
and now I know the eternal hate,
and now I breathe dead air,
A dead soul yet walking still,
the half light world of this new essence,
I embrace the void and it fills my presence.
The visions from my inner depths run through my mind,
like the forest stream bending under shadowed eves, tainted with the decay that leeches from the ground.
I know my resting place - my death and it is now and forever.
And here in the darkness is where the hate flames burn - radiate from my spirit and burn and destroy all around.
So finally, alone I stand and wait for the life to end and die.
Now I see, with new eyes blinded

Furious Horde

Dark laments rise on shrill winds and dark thunder rises in the canopy of the old wood.
I know what comes and wait for my time to take my place in the furious horde.
Black dogs barks fill the air from all around,
and fury fills my eyes as the wood comes alive in the darkness.
Spectral fog drifts through the trees as the hooves of galloping steeds echo through my mind.
The hounds break free as I face them - tearing their way on their phantom path,
horns and pipes sound the coming of the hunt,
all is a frenzy as banners brush through the tree tops and the dread lords race through in their ghastly procession.
Under the shadow - against the light they come to cleanse the life from the land.

And through it all, through the frenzied screams and black dog howls,
through the freezing air and thunder steeds,
I take my place within the hunt,
for I have waited for my time and the furious horde will ride once more...

Unholy dark thrones (Ritual within me)

Descended from pure night thrones, on hillsides of lord winters cloak.
Amongst wood temples, watched by hooded eyes.
A trinity, pulled from void.
how many times have I laid my blood down for you? For us?
A spell bound hatred of form and feature.

Through my body flow black torrents,
Through the tops of trees scream winds,

Words I whisper, lost in the cold air, but the meaning drops like seeds to the ground.
And through harsh winters those seeds grow.
Centuries of desecration, centuries of growth
Twisted, black trees have pushed through dead earth.
To meet, to receive.
The thrones on which we sit, with bleak, black woods,
within dark endless nights.
Nights of fight, nights of blasphemy,

Rage again! With fire and steel,
Let no fist unclench, let ravens blood be not wasted,
Inhale natures dark way and embrace unholy dark thrones.

Ritual within me, of wood and blood.
Ritual within me, of misery and glory.

Void (part 1)

Graveyard silence
Memories of man
Satanic Omnipotence.
distance of time spanned

Burning grievance

Frost beneath my feet
twilight night above
ghouls of deaths dark fleet
empty my realms of love

Empty my realms of love

Wisdom Is Found On The Desolate Hillside

Desolate Hillside...
Barren landscapes...

Voice of the winds fills my hearing,
Shades of twilight masks my vision.

Here is the domain of isolation of bleak mountain spires, of dead, dark forests,
and a hillside where I lay, where knowledge is gained, through endurance of pain.
Through thousands of years in realms unknown, on paths uncrossed,
tested and tried, continuously embattled.

A thousand years I've lain,
A thousand more I'll stay.

I Am Undone

Shadows persist.
Old paths retaken.
I return as a ghost
but they haunt me also.
I am undone.

A reach into the abyss,
of the past and of myself.
A step through the doorway,
and a journey beyond.
I am undone.

To Open The Hills

On hills far away,
where I think of the mists,
where green grass rises,
and my body feels the chill,

Within these ancient black hills,
lie the dank and dark,
the decrepit and fell,
- await the dying of the day.

On hills far away,
where sun and moon once danced,
but no light holds,
only shadow grows and falls, and under blackest drape,
of his nightside realm,
with hatred and contempt,
The womb of dragon earth is torn,
and vengeance is freed.

And now darkness creeps hither,
and I know its heart lies,
On hills far away

So open the hills,
in the name of the unholy,
and bring forth infernal darkness,
from the earth where its lain.

Empty Tower

All that can be seen,
through the grey light that carries the rasps and whispers
of untold secrets; a forest of darkness, and far off planes...
Pathways, passages, all explored. All futile. All comes to this. Alone.
Time no longer marked, life no longer wanted.
But here I wait.
The touch of crumbling stone, the stench of decayed life.
No need for human utterances.
(The shuffle of age mirrored by )
a remembrance and a total loss.
But still the here and now and a perverse pleasure.
Impenetrable - the forest below, over whose crowns I sit.
A forest to watch over and tend.

The cool wind against my face as dark eyes behold their duty.
And their eyes look back.
A cloud of darkness rises and descends in shrill cries,
the boughs creak and strain with their sorrow.
and hatred.
the canopy spreads its shade and my kingdom grows

Lost In Absolute Silence

Engulfed in void,
totally removed,
an ultimate hatred,
through intense omnipotence.

All times,
all places,
all worthless.
Mute pulse of life
- disgusting in its being.

Psychic links to times and places;
the empty abyss of real fear
Satan, offer me keys to your void.

Let flames warm my heart,
let plague befall life,
let this consciousness not speaks its words again.
Lonesome, loathsome unheard words.