Think on the devil? How could I not?
The gloomy shadow of the night dims the earth and sky with her pitchy breath
Such a life was promised to the studious artisan
Be thou on Earth as Jove is in the sky
How was I glutted with temptations of Sin
But thou didst love the world. O, thou hast lost celestial happiness. Pleasures unspeakable, bliss without end. Now, poor soul, must thy good angel leave thee. For the jaws of hell are open to receive me.
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss
For heaven is in these lips
Thou art fairer than the evening’s air, clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter, more lovely than the monarch of the sky.
Here I shall dwell
Despair and Die. Satan claims his right
Hell fights with grace, for conquest in my breast
How can I shun the snares of death?
O, Accursed Faustus
Here I shall dwell
Bell of the hour approaching fast
Time playing part of the horses of the night
Alcoherient musing now cast from the heavens
Enticing falsehoods
Forswear oneself of a God
Resplendent glory thou hadst set in yonder throne
Shades of violent bastards feasting on my carcass
Artificial enforced sin, set in motion
Destroying the Holy Spirit’s grip
Now face eternal grim
Nevermore, shall bliss be of mine
Outright cries die in this jaded light
In Death, I be not proud
In Life, I was here crowned
Blackest Magick was said to be divine
Display, a tale of such decline
Accursed Death be not long now
Regret, that sorry little life
Fucked, from this state of strife
Bell of the hour approaching fast
Time playing part of the horses of the night
Alcoherient musing now cast from the heavens
Enticing falsehood
Forswear oneself of a God
Resplendent glory thou hadst set in yonder throne
Shades of violent bastards feasting on my carcass
Artificial enforced sin, set in motion
Destroying the Holy Spirit’s grip
Now face eternal...
Whims of mine, repentant cries
Impotent, brought to my knees
Now is the time, death shall be sublime
Encaged by this curse in which I wrote the verse
The author of my death, this work be his best
A painter that only paints in red
My life was gilded in gold
My death, I witness unfold
Lucifer, the hand strikes eleven
Turmoil saute’, delirious envisions
Hellfire, burn at my heart
Quietus, release me from this earth and give Wagner what is mine
Midwinter is far colder, beauty was always cruel
Snow kissed lanterns enlightening, existence for chosen few
Midwinter is far shorter, for Death is always true
No simple indoctrination, shall set our true course through
Moondials taste the twelve, set the pyres alight
His presence has come, his promise has scorn
True malice has reached this palice
Death plagues this night
Bene disserere est Finis logices
Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus
The beast, draped in death
Accompanies prophecies, breeds all disease
Gouging the eyes, drawing the breath
Depleting all air, smothering life
Fallen from grace, with serrated blood grin
Their dialect, not of human tongue
The taste of flesh, such precious fun
Bene disserere est Finis logices
Ubi desinit philosophus, ibi incipit medicus
My time has come, death comes on wings
Brought forth by own doing, by greed and of lust
Slumber awaits, have no one to blame
Listen to me, this is human, this is real, this is shame
I, a cancer of man
A petty case of paltry legacy, and of ruin
Heed thy plea or end up as me
Why then belike we must sin, and so consequently die?
Fair magic has ravished me
More so than the pale breasts of the Queen of Love
I had it all, and I tossed aside
A chance to love, a chance to find
Myself in grace, in pearly gates of land divine
Maybe I hide? “Return or I’ll in piecemeal tear thy flesh!”
Throwaway life, tragedies insurmountable
The jaws of hell are open to receive me
