The Danse Macabre

Within the bells of eternity chiming, darkness takes us still

We partake now of each others indulgence, according to our will

The tears are the same as they struggle to blame

Congregation shall be burnt to the ground

For the fictions of insanity are holiest hypocrisy

Suffocating now without a sound

I hear you now from a thousand voids

Removed from time and timelessness

Where incarnations of simple nouns

Are beings each with golden crowns

Out beneath the open night

A wanderer lies weeping

In some unspoken sadness

Whilse her dream is oversleeping

Her dreams ablazed with accursed fire

Of regret and eternal vigils

Hallowing nights, temptations lust

Combined of luciferian sigils

Death will come as sudden

By the magik of our Coven

And the ultimate horror is told

I stand aloneand solemn

In the presenceof Amon

I am sacrifice slowly going cold

Like embers of the fallen Deinoachus

Dreamt forth of cadavers we sere the face of sadness

I hath thee, and now firmly than those who fear

For upon the shores of languidity, lie the symphone sounds

and fainted cries of battle

Embracing graveless winter, thy goddess luna

Arise infernal one and makes the gates appear

For thou canst not look upon me in shame and

Forever tethered in your thoughts and I

Yet without being consumed in thy reflection

For thou art luciferia, my enchantress of the night

Thy silken venus engraved with winds of forth loving deity

And sweetness itself on thy lips,

Yet with eagerness to consume and thus fena cafa weeps

Wrapped in teighlight ecstasy as supernal warriors

upon the shores of Avalon

Where dwelleth thee, they webs of ebony demand the

dreams macabre

Capturing thy splendour in pain

And perpetually invoking THE DANSE MACABRE...

And wishes drowned in fathomless seed

That she might touch again

The face of her beloved benightress

To submit and to purge eden

As she descends as a glowing silhouette

Her duality seething lure

That cuts her loose from her marionette

Her spirit still dark and impure

The ribborns of faith and crest held wraith

In potent ebony dreaming of our legend