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.”

“‘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

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.”

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

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

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

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