Graven Image

II,27: There is great danger in Me; for who does not understand these runes shall make a great miss. He shall fall down into the pit called Because, and there he shall perish with the dogs of Reason.

Aleister Crowley, Book of the Law

Crawl between your own thoughts,

The worms shall bathe you in their sins,

Whispered words from a graven image:

“Salvation faded from your grasp…”

The dust of past beliefs,

Is to be laid on our graves,

The angels are to perish,

As I close my eyes and make my wish…

Storms and thorns of yesterday,

The blood that floods the past,

The tears from that future nightmare,

All shall fade like it never was…

Prepare your bed for eternal rest,

Perhaps you’ll dream, perhaps you’ll scream,

But after all the deeds of death are done,

You’ll close your eyes in shame…

Legacy of Cain

What’s the meaning of it all?

When in the end, all we do is fall…

The nightmares rule our thoughts,

The ending is just a text in a book.

Forgotten names, forgotten faces

Forgotten thoughts, forgotten places

The lies we say, a fool might worship

The names we slay, the fool might cherish…

I cast away the names you gave me,

I am the Death that always stalks thee…

And when you’ll pray in tongues of venom,

The words you’ll say reflect lost wisdom…

But when you’ll die, I’ll simply smile,

Damnation is the price you, we, and they

We pray, we hope…

We are deluding ourselves we’ll never pay...

Behold your thousand deaths I carve upon thee,

I am the first and last,

The god you’ll not obey,

The monster in the window,

Slowly awaiting your decay,

You mortal coil, of all that’s gone astray...

I am the sword you love and cherish,

I am the shadow that you love and hate…

Beware the final touch, when all you are,

Ends up in a grave…

Path to oblivion

Fooling around the path

That leads towards oblivion,

The nightmare must begin,

With a kiss and a smile…

There are no promises that one can keep,

But for a while, until the angels weep,

The fools are forgotten, blessed are the weak,

The gift of madness, precious treasure…

Once again, the fool shall kill,

The fool that is, reverting thus

To the fool that was,

Purgatory, your gates thus open

Drown with darkness,

Rest into oblivion,

Just like the fallen angels,

Pay the price, forget bliss…

Curse the man, forget the boy,

Rest upon the illusion of ignorance,

Weak minded fool,

Your blood, the blood you gave,

…shall flow forever

Nothingness

The only thing left in your moment

Is the moment that is yet to come,

Fading away with each day,

A journey begins with the very first step,

And like all things, life comes to an end,

But contrary to all belief, we die with each breath,

Cursed to fade away since the day we where born,

The lines of our lives are meant to be thorn.

Some are sooner, some are later,

Some are sweeter and some are bitter…

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,

For all I love and all I lust,

Is burning like fire the soul that is lost,

Somewhere around,

Giving its last breath in a pile of dust,

And all the blood I spilled, turned to rust…

September’s prey, gone just like a dream,

The kind of dream that ends with a scream,

Be it pleasure, be it pain, the meaning’s gone,

And all the scars will scream: “INSANE!!!”

Perhaps a smile I choose to wear,

Perhaps I lie, but I swear,

The summer wine went dry,

And all the wounds shall heal with poison...