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Subter Lamiam Lupis-Carminam

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Published: Jan 24, 2008

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Four blackened nights
We ride upon silvered skies
The Moon, as our mistress
Could hang our desires
Within fog vulva
To erotized thy senses
And then...
Thou could rape dawn's birth
While Thou sought dwell in umbra fears.

The candle who illuminate
Unveiled madness to kill
Sights, in cold I shall still

Orgasmic tortured crimson nights
Her eyes as lust fires, shocked and dies
With those blackened swoons
That bled wine while our Moon
Consumed their sight to unite
The raped lights, as orchids cries
To believe in a new dawn.

Eclipsed lips who draw itself beneath ancient fog slited
Yet ravenous wolves kissed their Mistress
And hang out to adored her as new symbol to Lust.

"Thou, who share beautiful mysteries with me,
Wouldst Thou harmonize my body with thy shimmering dance?
Atone to darkness, Thou canst seek dwell within madness
And collide to whisper through the dry soul veins"

"Grand me the desire to drink
The sweetness of thy veins"

So, she died through ravens being devoured by unleashed moonlight beams
While the unholy ground covered her pale body
When her faith was violated
By the sick priest...
Who blind for carnal sin
Was ate for the eternal fire
Of a new depravation.

"Lesbian Moons
Arise with lycanthrope sing
Where Thou command umbra"

Jewelled of widow's autum
We embrace graven souls
Side by side...
Design new orchides
To see our love grew
In blasphemy thorns
Of a new inquisitite dawn
Beneath the song of wolves...

"Blessed be suicide pacts to worship
The Unkow Mysteries to Darkness
Nox Umbra... Perpetual Wisdom
A bloodstained wind who free our souls
And grant to us
The throne of Twilight"

Yet, towards Moon
Death adored her
Once the lucid dream
Dwelling in her blood
While tyran night
Cosumed each breath.

"Thou, erotic night embracer
Nightside Witchery, arise for madness
And succum to my blood
The essence of Death
Kiss my lips with thine made of fog ..."

May our Luciferian dance awake all Nox Secrets?
Or, this poetic grimore could
Be in love with me...
Daemon
Facimus Thronus Nostri Cum Orchis Nigris