Barely human Half-martyred and starving The year was bleeding its last hour as I came Trailing shadows A mess of flesh and dementia I uttered wordless screams which were lost to the arctic freeze Seeking heat My mind was blank But the hunger for something more than carrion atained my rank body red Anger swelled I quit the forest Forsaking the territory I had haunted since warmth had abandoned me Now, centuries ago Then I saw fire Helios, Prometheus, scorch the earth Char my heart Helios, Prometheus, incinerate this Harshest Winter Barely human Invoking the wendigo An ovation of branches tore at my skin To keep me there All-encompassed by pillars of winter Held by the forest Which drank every memory out of me Helios, Prometheus, scorch the earth Char my heart Helios, Prometheus, Adranus Thaw my blood Helios, Prometheus, Belanus Rain down fire Helios, Hephæstos, incinerate this Harshest Winter Barely human Half-martyred and starving The year was bleeding its last hour as I came Trailing shadows A mess of flesh and dementia I uttered wordless screams which were lost to the arctic freeze But found her Quis est iste qui venit Eius est Amor est Calor est Mors est

We are no one Hand in hand Skin to broken skin We archive paradigms of sin We feel the pain We let it in To take the edge from pleasure Outside our window, the earth froze To see how far her body goes On fire Here. Now. Tonight. We chose To make the world our hostage Do as thou wilt We’re harming no one But still The clouds above are swollen with Vultures Nothing of your soul is lacking Heaven’s choir with Venom backing Meanwhile, that part of my self was owned by a city-sized rat king Stripped and whipped to mongloid spasm Savage Hollow I orgasm She fills me with lust which I gestate and use to fill the chasm Pink and red from mutual mauling I can hear your Aker calling Release the bats Turn loose the swans And use their wings to slow your falling Be obscener Treat me meaner Punish well this weak blasphemer Twist my spine and drain my life, it’s all to better your demeanour Her heart is sweet And never bitter But still The clouds above grow thicker with Vultures Hand in hand Wound to mortal wound The heat gets worse til we’re entombed And takes us down Dear God, we’re doomed… And then we both see heaven Stigmata scarred Her limbs relax And let my lungs breathe “Fiat Pax” In her I see life through the cracks Of mundane sanity Hand in hand Cheek to burning cheek I let the feeling make me weak And as it reaches each twin peak I feel something much darker… I gorge my heart on her warmth I lose myself to the sight I raise my face to the storm As it starts gently raining white This time I’ve forced my hate to get back But still The clouds above are jet black with Vultures

You lie Spread them like fire And we’ll dance as charred beams take us down Abigail Paler than blue ice Put your blood’s heat in me Abigail Paragon of vice Venus Twist my jealous stare I need you You little whore I’ll drink your life out of your chest I’ll bleed you dry of all gore And replace it with holy light

Look up and pray That the swelling sun-cast shadow is holy wrath And not the bird of all prey Which circles the earth They bet time against their muscle They all work like convicts for contaminated bread Making lives of bleak disinterest in the reeking mud We went for something else instead Humans losing their life’s battle Making noise and waste like cattle From the cradle to death rattle Masoch is victorious In the cold earth they’ve infested Lives are stripped and patience tested He will never be contested Masoch is victorious Trodden underfoot as dirt And nailed up like the iron curtain Their distaste makes one thing certain Masoch is victorious Under a fuckeder smoke A cleaner redeemer choked They confused God for a demon Pulsing in like pervert semen All we asked from them was peace… But Masoch is victorious

Liar I only saw him from a distance But clearly heard his tritone tune Welcomed by a crowd of pissants Barking to a hunter’s moon Grinning, then The hangman sung The simple hymn his flock now bleats To sharpen up his hungry tongue And glut it on her darker meats “Peace go with you. Night, God bless.” But no one hates the wolf for nothing “I’m the same as them. Stay by me. Please” She said, asleep, Cassandraic Meanwhile… Their a cappela crescendo blasted (The year survives, but she’ll bleed her last hour swinging) “His words are nothing. Hell couldn’t get to you through me” I said, with nothing but the best intentions But time was pressing October’s final sunset loomed And in a dream I heard them Come “I’m the same as them. Stay by me. Please” She said, asleep, Cassandraic Meanwhile… Their mutilated concerto droned (We’ll follow him, tooth and claw, pelt and eager appetite) “Enters a mentor to the very meat upon which he feeds” I said “It’s almost laughable” But storms were coming There was a red moon on the rise But still, I kept on singing Be not afraid, I go before you always Liar Faster, now The hangman rides And fuels his train with gold and hope To navigate her warm insides And gauge her neck for strength of rope I only saw him preach the cull Calm and slow and raving mad But though his words were harsh and dull My, my, what shining eyes he had

The rats had fled our basement The sky was blank and empty We were sleeping when the hangman came With a crowd of human livestock Their screams were harsh and wordless Baying for her dark blood to be cleaned She was cold and naked They were in their thousands She beat them like a convict She stared them in the eye And died screaming They tied me to a chair Prayed up to the heavens That my soul could be redeemed Despite her craft But nothing comes from nothing And if I was to be saved I had to cut my ties And so, they made me watch her Die screaming

I am their cancer Find Kill Now Pull Cross Down Bite Drink Tear All of their Throats Their throats Rape Carnage Sate Punish Crime Hate them No hope for their throats Their throats Cannot think Mustn’t feel Cannot think Mustn’t feel Curse you all men! Howl! …More weight I am the judge who condemns you to darkness I am the sigh behind your final breath I am each sin you make taking its vengeance I am the fire that burns you to death Full silence Full darkness My back turned To charred meat Still constant No better It bleeds in From open Throats Their throats

Light She ate at me like anorexia Need Dragged red from my stomach to my teeth It crawled up on me from underneath So now I scream Of Frozen Earth Here. Now. Tonight I beat the earth black And bleed my skin down a gaunt, bulemic white Shut out the light Puncture the earth back Dig So deep I forget to haunt the dream That night It glows Still growing paler But no It stinks of failure Her husk has lost its gender All dust Still I remember All of those years contained in one November Watched as she froze I cannot help but to remember When splintered claws Well equipped for hamartia Scored Symbols on the face Of Frozen Earth Here. Now. Tonight I sit beside her And starve my body down until my veins collapse Carve out my sight So darkness can hide her And mask the mess of flesh I leave here for the rats It eats It feeds like tumours Repeats Like whispered rumours All lust All lust Turns rotten All dust to be forgotten My corpse remains Like a prayer In my veins Mea Still alive Never over I survive Culpa

Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa All is washed grey by the ceaseless drive of grave rain Brocken spectres line the cemetaries of Swains Lane I have come with promises worth keeping… Trailing carrion like a Vulture I bring the hate with which I’ve been infected I drag my gaze from where its hate’s directed To where the Frozen Earth keeps you in, sleeping Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa I slash my arms to try to mute their pulsing But still, my wasted heart won’t stop convulsing Nothing I try can mute the noise “God, why have you named me to suffer this curse?” Mea Culpa Prayers said in vain Are thrown aside Replaced with pain I let it in Mea Culpa Layers of guilt and shame And wilted pride Brand marks of Cain Onto my skin We are no one I bleed until it goes into remission But hate brings heaven’s law to my sadition The Dead are restless underneath my feet I draw their sympathy with my words I screamed a scream of time gone by to free them It cracks each brick of every mausoleum And then… I’m not alone The Dead sigh deep I hear their pain and point it skywards His crippled children push their hands through soil All hungry ghosts outside their mortal coil “Was there not worse we could have done?” we scream: “Heaven, you shall sate our thirst…” Mea Culpa Where I am to blame I’ll hang my hide Beat myself lame Weep myself dry Mea Culpa Failures laugh as they came I should have lied Kept myself tame Let her fly A legion of Scarecrows, hanged The ravens have left the tower To form a halo Wrapped in a Sheet of white flags A distant piano thunders For Masoch victorious Mea Culpa Greyer The memory drains With passing time Corrodes my aims Lessens the crime Mea Culpa There It comes in waves Here. Now. It’s nigh They’re at the gates We’ll hang them high “Honour this day. We are victorious. The gates belong to us. What are your orders?”

Hand to hand Scar to mortal scar We drown the sun in mud and tar And welcome in the freezing dark Which spreads itself like canvas We’ll drain the colour from the sky We’ll bleed the world above us dry And fall the coups de grâce lit by Storm clouds pregnant with Vultures The world before us is to be A victor written history Kill or be killed Both fine with me As both lead to extinction Two wrongs collide to bury right Dark rain extinguishes the light The Dead march out Here. Now. Tonight We sate our thirst with Heaven I feed my heart to the lie I lose myself to the sound I twist my stare to the sky As red starts gently raining down Barely human Half-martyred and starving