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Sweet pleasure conquered deep despair, wretched stillbirth of the mind
Faustus, gorges upon the blessed cunt - of the ample power
Devoid of supposition he beds catalyst impending
Blindly plaguing death upon his own soul
A chill fills the air, devastation comes in pair
Necromancy inked from page to heir
Porcelain faith throat fucked into the grave
Bide thy time, this romance shall die
An excess of tragic sin, found in the heart of man
Fascination enjoins Divination
A dark art of divine lucid creation
To wonder of stars e’er neglect the abyss
Shy not far from I, God foe Lucifer
Faustus bring neither death nor tale
Necromantic shifts, Winter’s pale
Hung forth from mainstay’s piece
Painting of progenitor looks down least
Knowing of what interest
Suitable of a man with his distest
Science not once brought forth favor
This unholy ground, thee shall savour
For his appearance, starthorn
Puce affronts to later savour
Suffer not the promise of heaven
Forgo siesta fantasy, blinding dusk come look and see
Draping emotions cloud your judgement
Proclivity for philosophy sodomized
Forturnes favoured and dressed in pearls of ruby wine
Uhtceare alay dormant inside the mind
We must die an everlasting death
Lucifer to never let seize thine own breath
For he must know the penalty’s perma vice
The protagonist’s soul to be cast on ice
Deceased splendour entices sickening blasphemy
Witchcraft entrances sin’s bastard nascency
A one time Vicennial age long tale
Shall leave the mainstay twisted, bloody and pale
Faustus bring neither death nor tale
Necromantic shifts, Winter’s pale
Hung forth from mainstay’s piece
Painting of progenitor looks down least
Knowing of what interest
Suitable of a man with his distest
Science not once brought forth favor
This unholy ground, thee shall savour
Death hath come, for thou soul
At Satan’s Behest, excreting kohl
Passions near death, resolved by fire
The burning decision by cathartic desire
Hell will open, come twenty-four years
Bid no burden, shed no tears
Eternal hate, presents itself
Under promise of wealth, de-rouse thyself
Define my rights, kosm screeches nightly in another’s due light
Thus nei’ gods nor men shall claim this night
Brought here before, courtly shipped hebrew whore
Storm and Warrior deity flare not flank
Thus bring delight upon my life
Blackest Magick to surely come with penance
Side heart to bleed, a scapegoat feed will wrap this land in wrathic vengeance
For the gods, for the rich and for the poor
Death dare not discriminate for it’s last eternal wish
To cease life’s dying flame
“Oh Faustus, does thee present premonition perturb you not? As for the warning in your heart, does not usher apprehension so weakly? Woe Betide you Faustus. For Valdes and Cornelius have deceived your strongest asset, your mind. And preyed on your strongest desires, the Metaphysics of Magicians. A facile effort to ensnare the Doctor to bid the runes of Necromancy and in practice, brought forth the Disperser. Plasterer of lies. Mephistopheles.”
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Consummatum Est
09:09
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“‘Neath this cold winter eventide, this chamber of which hell had unfurled into grew searing as though ‘twas end days of summer. Mephistopheles sauntered toward Faust bearing no other item barring a scroll of ashen parchment. Wouldst thou barter intrinsic shrine in place of twenty-four years in sin?”
Given fate has laboured upon my hate
Wouldst thou stride in the pride of this life?
Deceased remenissions heretofore presently in mind
Novabrain to decline this perdition’s incline
At Satan’s behest, the right tries to stop thee right
Blackest ink seeps not into parchment but in thee soul
Hear not suddenly, forthcoming orchestra
Sound thou’s binding of life’s eternal wake
The growl of hell rips into his lifeblood
Spilling ruby fluid of being
Drawing breath as icy as December moon
Snowfall will not comfort thought now
Behold this naked judgement
Come Faust, mark thine parchment now
I take form now
Presented upon the Earth
Serving Lucifer
Diseased since fucking birth
Afeared of my own damned will
Terror dawns as I praey for the kill
I bring forth such hate
Apollyon, Abaddon
Such an ill sake
Perform all your last rites
Blood shed yet to comes
Goodbye goodnights
Christentice their faith shall break
Appease thy wits
Twenty-four years shall end swift
To cut my arm open bled
Draw forth the sealing remedy
December moon thine shine bright
Descend to equal consciousness
Join me in quest to find
Answers of creation
(so difficult to find)
The answer, phalliception
(so hard, sublime)
Faustus, look upon the crimson seal
You’ve done no harm? Only made a deal
Spirit of inquiry art thou detestly fiend
Rampant joy, due to fantasy
Is this just? I’ve bound my soul
In the world of man, none be so bold
I’ve submitted my crimes for a respite
Beauty shall wilt before my very eyes
Covens of witches beseech for this gift
Judgement of thought acts as though it were mist
Come now dear Faust, I implore you to sign
Some twenty-four years in hell thine shall come dine
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The Doctor hath reaped a spoil of his witchcraft
A beauty, red-haired, in a gown of silk stitch
Drunk at twilight, consequence of much ale
He fills her ear, with a twisted little tale
She attends, she absorbs, she begins to understand
Faustus' riches not honest in work
Satanic undertones seep in through his words
Jealous of his power, her gown slips down
Seductiveness crowns the victor this round
Forbidden in secrecy, Mephistopheles shall come in haste
Craving to taste love again
Through selfish intentions you signed a deed
To never tell a soul, even if you plead
End her as she sleeps, no one will know
You must do as I bid, make sure it is so
To fire I return, kill or your soul too shall burn
Killing to feel free again
There she lay bear
Draped in the absence of care
Her Scarlet hair
Awning her chest
So longingly did Faustus stare
Her hoary white neck wore the Physicians gripped hands
Gripping so tight, her mouth poured with crimson sacrifice
Guilt swept over Faust, tears streamed down to mix with her blood
There she lay bear
Draped in the absence of care
Her Scarlet hair
Awning her chest
So longingly did Faustus stare
“Mephistopheles, give me what I seek - sweet grapes in the dead of winter, a pleasure not of this time. I summon an audience with Alexander the Great, the Lord of Asia. I prescribe to bring forth his Paramour. I’d heed caution, I shall not be taken a fool for spirits or necromancy. I command to see them both, and to receive felicity that shall be bequeathed unto me from subject’s neck, or I shall curse the seven planets, the firmament and the Empyreal Heaven.”
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Libera Me I
03:34
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Libera me, Domine, de morte æterna, in die illa tremenda
Quando cœli movendi sunt et terra
Dum veneris iudicare saeculum per ignem
Tremens factus sum ego, et timeo, dum discussio venerit, atque ventura ira
Quando cœli movendi sunt et terra
Dies illa, dies iræ, calamitatis et miseriæ, dies magna et amara valde
Dum veneris iudicare saeculum per ignem
Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine: et lux perpetua luceat eis
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Libera Me II
06:23
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Delicacies art easy to breedeth
Alas, I crave satisfaction from across the land
To gander through thou archives of the Vatican Sanctuary
Death and Wonder bidding -
Me transfixed
With Dawn’s gaze afar
Winter’s bite at my cheek and the earth beneath my feet
We ride on to the mystery
To seek what seems so bleak
Deliver me, O Lord, from death eternal on that fearful day
I am made to tremble, and I fear
When the heavens and the earth shall be moved
‘Pon arriving to holy ground
With the blanket of night down at our sides
Impregnation of Vatican's walls
A task fit not of -
Doctors mind but more of gods
Thus enter down into the crypts
Stumble across three jaded cells of Fautus’ being
Deliver me, O Lord, from death eternal on that fearful day
I am made to tremble, and I fear
When the heavens and the earth are in disarray
Piety fingered lies,
Faith painted strong under stars realigned
Faustus has come to expose all their truths
Digest all indulgences, leave nothing for few
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Penultimate Patricide
06:15
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Erstwhile hauntings beg throng held malign
Care not be Faustus, due to times decline
Grasping balustrade, perceiving the view
Midwinter’s advent seeks out sinners lips blue
Goblet drawn hand, red Rhine con demand
Drink stirs conscience vastly, summon puce thoughts so ghastly
Onding o’ snaw through opaque sky
Thy soul kissed the heavens preparatory to lie
Bring forward my hate
It comes from afar, slipping grace born veiled death
Blood of my own spawned this dusk
Staufen holds host to this terrorised lust
Sincest would relieve thou heart
Cowardly practice - seductively done
Shameful display of kin
None to mourn, all to scorn, slave to I (sin)
Masturfate, a battle of mind
The crowd roars for justice to pay dividends
Before your last night
Come to us, pray for us, sentenced to knife
Bound by blood, I hereby make it undone
Slit back and forth, serrated lovebites become
The Jaws of Hell clasp down on my arms
Oh Father come down and free me of harm
Fucking bled
Much tearshed
Down to earth
‘Pon this curse
Jesting ideals of a better made world
Shattering Firmament - beg my return
Bring forward my hate
It comes from afar, slipping grace born veiled death
Blood of my own spawned this dusk
Staufen holds host to this terrorised lust
Sincest would relieve thou heart
Cowardly practice - seductively done
Shameful display of kin
None to mourn, all to scorn, slave to I (sin)
Masturfate, a battle of mind
The crowd roars for justice to pay dividends
Before your last night
Come to us, pray for us, sentenced to knife
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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
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