AURA NOIR

Dreams Like Deserts The Rape Merry, you may be. For I am the flesh in your tounge. Create to yourself, images of these glass-eyed figures, and expose to me, your skin - whorish as ever. They speak to me, your pores, your veins, in a rush of melancholy. In a stream of misantrophy. Remove the carpet, so I may be united with the shades of these. Blind my eyes, still I will see - presence, visuality. I grant you my pale hands, still I will feel - shape, contoures. Please leave. In me you wont find any pity, as the dog that howls for the light in my eyes - the stench or your nakedness, no smell for a mourner like me. So, please leave. In here you won¥t find any pity. Tour kisses were as hell itself. Be silent, for I am the flesh in your tounge. Only I can wear vast costumes of time, and still be present. "So, hereby I rape thee." __________ Forlorn Blessings To The Dreamking Oh, how I faint when I call upon your aid. Feeling the loss of burden and hearing cries from flowers raped. When you alone set kingdom on fire, I admire the beauty of love lost and hellish desire. As your slave. How can I ride upon hillsides when the beasts that beares me is at war with the sight of me? Shall I tend to your desire? Let him feed on the sluts that spat on me... ...Let me. My eyes and my heart is at war with them. Let me, and I shall carry you and throw you into waters that kept me and mine alive. Share the joy with me, fiery one. My art given you life. My tones makes you weep and moan. "Listen, the corpse blesses forlorn." ...Let me. __________ Dreams Like Deserts Leave me with my tragedies, those who stick to me like wet leaves in the (dry) sunlight. My face is frozen, byt my eyes still see, for I am in your dreams and fantasies Leave me with my misery, the one who cover me with glory and enter me like a slave in the dry sunlight. That light that burned my face to what you can see, a tragedy... ...it sculptured me... For I am your dreams and fantasies. Dreams, like deserts. Dreams, like stone. Dreams from flesh to bone. Dreams, like deserts. Dreams that moan, for I am in your twilight-zone. Leave me with my destiny, the one who lick my scars. The one who grants its flesh to me, and to my marbled anxiety. My soul is frozen, my flesh is weak, for I am dreams and fantasies. __________ Snake Sweet scent coloured these, the realm of sweet snakes that tortured me. If everlasting burdens should enter such, as the everlasting torment of hell. Sweet rape, honour these: The souls of sweet snakes that denoured me. If glorious destruction would embalm such, as the moments carresed by enlightened ones. "Even the earth can't grant us a common grave." __________ Mirage A parade of ghosts brought these innocent feelings to where innocent itself was brought to. To view the rush of female tempests. My Sculptured face turns and twists by the sound of my own (horrid) laughter. Awoken by the sight? Ha! False lies have taken place in me... (Words of lust heard from vast buildings). That is the mirage you longed for. So, amuse me. Amuse me with the bitter glance in your eyes. As I forsake you with my forlorn beauty. ...and expose to you, the garden of gods in my hand. The glance turns to a gleam. A parade of thoughts encircle my throne and whisper to me, words of beauty. And I caress these. ...and open wound in the palm of my hand... The sky is no longer clear. That is the mirage we longed for Black Thrash Attack Sons Of Hades Bleak prudence, bleaker grace Amidst from these venomish losses Prime leagues leads on through vivid senses We have grasped we have honoured Though we seduce envied secrets Apart we breath the true... Sons of Hades So, we inherit this flock And it's stone cold desire Winged lashes ablazed and sat these fragments afire Then erased the true Sons of Hades We had one soul Who - while it was ours - in it's duty and obediance gave us this. Now gather and surmise, see it's face now beautyfied Our laughters was spoken for The eagles went away And the goddess of thorns was our prudent flame Fearless we deny the sweet shepards love and his buried heart As (well as) the shade of his forsaken father and his pale senses __________ Conqueror So you've come for your vengeance Hear - I think the crowd is silent Of me you have dreamt I have grown (I built my domain on your hate) Mock your words I will laugh in disrespect then wash my hands in your blood conqueror A face of fright you revealed to me with which I painted my eyes Delight me with death for this tires my soul and soon eyes of black shall arise... Hear crowd - my heart The delicate thunder __________ Caged Wrath What erased this scenery So that I could fancy ridicule over pity And enrace whatever mocked the sky Two hands made these hearts That trembles before me My loss of grace (Their earthly figure with it's marbled face) I link the two In my heretic poetry Rain falls silently I am the portal A layer of dust A burdened insect that betrayed their lust I licked their wishes in reverie And soaked their crystal trust What screamed so annoyingly That made you rush through these (strangely) coherent purgatories Gloves and masks are these eyes to stare so awfully At my malignant heresy A rat conducted the angels, to sing hysterically, songs that whipped their wings and opened walls of gloss Rain falls abruptly __________ Wretched Face Of Evil Coiled embalmed wretched face of evil Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it's glory All matters sewn into one prophet I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it's onset Winged lashes - vast essence Dead skin holds the poet A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset A triangular wave left me covered with lies Essential for it's beauty as the shepherd dies All - fallen enslaved All - vanished awoken It's eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token That buries three hearts, six feathers One oaken To crack self-made concepts To hold one great feast A soak-wet cold fairy gave birth to the beast My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust ...it's a fistful must... __________ Black Thrash Attack A wind of ashes mixed awe and wonder for these The yearner, the hallows, the spectre and I And the arrows pointed to the core As songs are sung for the tender ones The black thrash attack Crack of thunder, At dawn we slumber... ...in these clumps of flesh Its the black thrash attack A rush of agony mixed lust and terror for these The burden, the flock, the masters and I And a fairytale was soaked in blood As remembrance prowled on through the night A whiff of divinity brought scents of murder to this The heavens, the masquerade, the winged one and I And our shades were gracefully enshrined A sepulchral voice did drain the soakened sky A slice of atrocity linked rage and pride to the sight of the heavens in its last throes of death And my hands shaked and curled triumphantly In this black thrashing night of infernal hell... __________ The Pest Weak is your mind and weak are your words "Destroyer of lives" - Ha! I spit on your whorish ways Your dearest lies are holy, yet undivine You shall stand petrified by the fierce pest Scream before the ones you never did rape! Your tears make me laugh makes you yield your soul to the pest Whore! __________ The One Who Smite I am the phantom you please to see Oh, my precious. Come sleep with me I occurred beside the magic pawn Omnious, is this fading dawn I am the scenary, the one who smite I was always meant to avoid this light Wisely, I naturally avoided the lash And escaped what now is layed in ash You starvers you have seen Nevermore will you look upon the preen Illusionary palace, glory in a curl Wretched faces of a dead world... They, the dust, have now gone. For the lord of them will be the one that broke their wings, and kissed their horns Enslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns. Beyond this millenium, and milleniums more... The moving figures my undressed lust Their tempting eyes with their silver dust Mine to behold like the flap of my soul Dead skin prison. Dead... Stiff... Cold... __________ Destructor Reaching for the last child of mankind And its effort, in silence to stay purified Tormenting, the fool won't survive Slavery in hell for the weak and the mild Merciless Destructor Grabbing, all tenderness will be sat aside Heaven won't exist for the human tribe At dawn, ruins is all that is left Destructor stands proud, thinks of all those who wept Merciless Destructor __________ Fighting For Hell Attack crush all the sons of christ with our fierce and invincible might Ah, this lovely sight I have waited for Master of storms marching to battle Creator of evil fighting for hell Storming through the weak armies of god soon the fields are all covered in blood christian blood Violent hailstorms axes through flesh no fucking angels left alive and in the nightsky a scream of pain Alas, your god has died Deep Tracts Of Hell Deep Tracts Of Hell I can scarcely lay claim to flesh. Though it is dreamed for, wept for. And it shines like dark gems. ...It is the noise and the dancing, And their joyless hearts. And all the pleasures one might have. Derelict tracts of hell. Then all these slices came through to my hands. To erupt in welcoming darkness. And it shines like streams of pain. ...It is the hearse and the vulture And their swollen yarn. And all the breath to mourn them with. This is the tune of sparks, The tone of relentlessness. The spiral scar. This is the wounds that sneers, The trance of creedence. You are my art. __________ Released Damnation My heart sets afire the seas The burning waves crush mountains of dreams Eternal the fear of torture Released damnation forever Come to my shores and I shall crucify your soul Feel the violent steel - Feel that Satan's won And I am the wind - I'll blow through miles of burning souls And through heaven's gates Search through halls of white and chambers of gold Then I'll kill you again __________ Swarm Of Vultures Come swarm with me, come grind the carver. Come paw the skin, come slay the harvest. Come lick the sky, come reach the heavens. Each grain of flesh, each drop of pleasures. The dustcloud of our lust, Redeemed in hate. Deoderize our claws of rot. Wash them clean of taste. ...And we swarm towards the sun or the creedence of it. ...And we whip the sky for blessings or for the joy of it. __________ Blood Unity I've been chasing blood Turned my back on gold I have chosen black All for you 'Cause Father, this is my hell Created with hate for life The wars I have all won Come march with me tonight with might Meet my love of life A wound open wide I lick it clean with pride Take me Father, my blood is yours Unite your soul with mine Please don't let me down Let me serve by your side __________ Slasher Flying lord, God of all times. Swept in rage as we left it. As its gold whips our minds. And fierce tongue scratches our eyes. Wake me from my sleep, And lead me gently (on my way) to hell. And it would rain in waves. Or in clouds of ashes. And wash off all taste. And creep into my spotless heart. My tears in a tin box. Bubbling, seething, covered with flies. Its grace leaves me tender. My eyes, wrapped in plastic. Swarming, curdling, wretched inside Its beauty makes me blind. The sky turns vaster. It rains in flesh. Its elegance wakes my slumber. And turns me into hate. __________ Purification Of Hell Gates of madness Gates of harm I long for yor endlessness And to feel your blades Vast sceneries drenched in blood A thousand fires that reek of death Halls of torment - let us in! We'll show them pain Nightwarriors, I summon thee It's time for bloodshed Come on and rape the daylight I want whores and untrue sons of Satan Dead Eternal furnace fire The only light I need No lambs of christ could take me higher It's in hell that I must bleed __________ The Spiral Scar One heartbeat rips The spiral scar. The spiral breeze. I grant my lips, The spiral greed. In all my praise, with all my trust. I swear my claim in a crest of rain, And a column of radiant desire. My gloss forlorned, my play of horns. And the music of sweet fire. The mourners they weep, Thought greets the feathered King. The veil of rot now sings: "For in the beautiful insane, lies the Equinox scarred. With souls of flies and spiral hearts. Yes, it is I. Glowing in your hand. With all grace of hell, marbelled in sand." The serpent leaps to face The quest of flesh and bone. And to reap this spiral tone. __________ The Beautiful, Darkest Path I dream of you I am drawn to you I drink with you You showed me black I drank your blood Then I saw the beautiful, darkest path So feast on my flesh Let me feel your flame and ride the stars with you I am forever yours You showed me black I drank your blood Then I saw the beautiful, darkest path And as I walked the path grew widier Infernal landscapes were revealed I cried your name, knelt Down and listened: Tormented everlasting screams. Guided by a savage serpent And a thousand vultures flew with me __________ Broth Of Oblivion Sourceless, rythmless, heartless. I scan the desert. Since I, in my beasthood saw the dancers there. As my hands, two tiny figures, came visible, Like a carniver of flesh. A union of monstrosities. Curveless, boundless, eyeless. I flee from the source of my agony. Since I, in my beasthood, took form In new, alien anatomies. My limbs towering, mounting in celebration. Murmuring the approval of new glories; New threats, new intimacy. With this, I am fit to charm the Devil. Sneering down my pale face. I am erect with his anger and lust. I am the grace of them all. Still sneering, drooling, floating. Breeding curves of hell. And shreds of pre-human gloss. This softens those songs to dust. __________ To Wear The Mark I wear the belt of hate I wear the robe of sin I wear the aromour of demons I wear the mark of Satan I am the warlord I am the knife I am the thunderstorms I am the vulture I drink from lakes of sorrow I drink from lakes of hell I drink from lakes of evil I drink from lakes of torment