Dusk and Her Embrace

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Rise, ablaze, libidinous Devildom voyeurs Ascend to smother the light Nascent aeons confer... Chaos is spat From the black eternal sea Serrated mountains of mad shadows Carving towards misdeed Stormchoirs gather A pestilential hiss Sunset evokes Luciferian fire The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice Supernal vestments hang tattered Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory Invasions scale Babel's ivory towers Poised to sodomise a world upon it's knees We are as a flame born unto the darkness Desires burning in palatial glades And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves... Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised Judgements be riven, from the skies Darkness empower let us master prophecy Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy Written in flesh across the howling ether Artemis Spread the bliss of this Lupercalia With stars erased, throw wide the gates The infidel soon unmasks her face Neath silken shroud she waxes horn Sharpened to skewer dawn I am as a plague, born to the priestess The secret amour of her archangelic rape Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake Wreak atrocities on those we have despised Judgements be riven, from the skies Darkness empower let us master prophecy Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy Written in flesh across the howling ether The most August sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet's severed head unto all nations Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth Our voices are opened graves Through which the never-dead escape From dank, abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss Sunset evokes Luciferian fire The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice Supernal vestments hang tattered Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory Invasions scale Babel's ivory towers Poised to sodomise a world upon it's knees The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder... Heaven torn asunder

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025

Candelabra snuffed, prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia Is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Than the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o'er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Embroidered by these words Malaresia scribed... Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this repose, all evil chose To claim her for their very own Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masturbating in their graves On her zenith to come... Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilst the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout How the storm it fulfills My heart, though unhealed Celestial knives ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty Erubescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Embroidered by these words Malaresia scribed... Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this repose, all evil chose To claim her for their very own Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masturbating in their graves On her zenith to come... Candelabra snuffed, prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025

Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry... From grace I fell in love with her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes That ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me... In the pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight's inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemetery Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of The Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life's punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb... But poisoned nectar within me stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil's whore... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o'er the stars Ebons graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter silhouette...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 23, 2025

Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet's serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 23, 2025

Take away the wine For restlessness plagues me... I am assailed by a spectre profounder Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime I shalt suffer this confessional mime Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas Only once it is dark doth my misery cease She died to a sky dressed in flame Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice Who fell to their God o'er her vision and voice I am as dusk come to ravish the light Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night I will answer thy prayers If thou Wouldst drink of my life... Encroaching evening skies dyed with such tragedy And those interred in cold graves dwell on pleasures to be In deep hysteria where our legend still breathes Through sweet death and thereafter sweeping nightmares shalt feed

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 23, 2025

When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant napes In adoration of the moon and thee They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Ereshkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flit through the shadows Like a dream of werewolves in the snow Under deadly nightshade Still warmed with the kill's afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine Let me come to thee With eyes like Asphodel Moon-glancing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell Ereshkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025

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Death, spirit me away My anguished soul doth strain On taut and twisted reins Yet, insatiate I still remain Like a proud, unfallen star That dares thee from afar To calm my thund'rous heart Else, rend it's knots apart So I may never sing Of jewelled skies o'er my strings And love, a wanton thing Can plunge on burnt black wings To hang amid the thorns In scarlet, like velvet worn About the clouded moon Who wanes in solitude... I am alone Thirsting for the dark That lurks beneath marbled stone What black witchcraft Shalt prise thee from thy dreams And what perverse world-strategy Will wend it's way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach Thee wisdom of darkness From earth and red sea Lightbearing Samael Coalesce with me... Twilight Through pagan city gates Bred shadows play like twining snake By candlelight Thanateros rites Death seduced and chaos wakes... Obsession grips, blindragon fever In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies And Saturn rapes faith's lovelorn Diva Upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice Virtue births a demon Pandora's box, unhinged, sets loose the night Winged Lilith born for want of Eden Fanning plumes of harlotry Like pearls before the desert swine The skies, they darken And the oceans part Storm forth indignant Kraken Reborn Venus as thou art Feasting at my banquet Of Saturnalia I call thee having wrestled The tides from lonely Diana For thee Endymion I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb Be-with-us come Unveil the ancient flame Throw the cats, our enemies Desire's menstrual strain Eastern Devil eyes A cruel erotic plague The Shekhina is in exile And the Israelites enslaved to shame Midnight Jerusalem A tenebrous phantasy Revelates to men Their celestial walls crumble When walks the Xul Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon The centuries of wait have all but gone Behold dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on Now worship Everything

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 23, 2025

Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings These are the shores where to my soul Blood drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told Through the whispers of a dream From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought From wounds a traitor wrought I fear the Augean light Is sweeping through Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem Now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp Of the naiad neath the silvered lake When waters stirred lay silent Mistress let the mists descend Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart His sombre gaze defies legend More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes Art for the Banshees song Or our souls entwined like vein upon The haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon Bury me in velvet dream Lest I unduly wake And seek to reconcile my thirst With the cowardly tailors of my fate Unleash mastiffs of snarling night To overthrow, plague and burn As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead To scheme of my return Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds These are the shores where to my soul Blood drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told Through the whispers of a dream I have awoken from the past Lengthening the shadows Over England's bitter scars I prize wide the wounds Her soils whetted, drink Remember me as king When I cradle elder stars Like lovers in my arms Nestled vipers to my breast Venomed forces work these cards Of Devils and priestess.... Thus I shall rule anew Through sinews of a song Played upon a storm By the ghosts of Avalon And all in league will bow to me From death they shall ascend To whisper winds of war to stir The dark-one-thing in men The Principle Black Metal masterplan....

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025