But seldom seen are the hands that guide
The hilt of the blade
Of the knife, that shines
With gaping throats they dance for her
Voluptously, between a rape and a murder
Shepherdess, mark thy flock
With the savage wand, of demonic, FUCK
Entrails glisten in the ligntening dawn
Sanguine Aurora, ravaged, torn
Blackest palace, horned call
Beyond the purple, fountains fall
Where ivy binds the iron gate and seals fair maiden, desolate
I claw with serpents, writhe in vain
Neath the wicked cut O'er the shadow plane
The looking glass that caught her gaze
Keeps broken that forgotten face
My beautiful pale riders, eyesso black, they are all
Moonlight, come forth from the depths, O'er
Pandemonium
Scrape the staines from my tired bones
Too long, have I been alone
And with carved crystal Mandrake skull
Cum, cum, craft the bane of puritan
Here dwells wickedness, vast and endless
I have walked, from the fetid pit that was my past
Light was my footfall
They came to take dreams and, innocence what they found was Nemesis,
Poised for embrace
For my simplicities, did elude all of their, knife like whispers
Take heed I thrive on your despair
Her voice lost
In the passionate years
Now swell, to it's shrill promise
"My curse hath come, softening to be born
Shimmering, after the candlelight has gone
The witches circle, the tower of my fate
I see your image, in the fading light, though faint"