1.

I Was Promised A Hunt

[part III - ...and the holy cunt spewed forth abomination]
To turn back at the threshold of salvation
To erase ones name from the book of life
To delve deep into the heart of the darkness
For a truth one could never find
I want nothing
And in return give all
Until all is nothing
And nothing all
I know that to act is pointless
And pointlessness holy
I cast grain in unclean ground
And see potential drowned
I see you
I feel you
I hear you
I smell you
I taste you
You are as clear
As crystal
You are as dark
As blood
You are as beautiful
As a blazing flame
You are as unforgiving
As frozen ground
Your are as fleeting
as a gust of wind
[part II - wielding the hammer of the dead]
I am carried forth
By a great wind
A powerful tug
At the strings of my heart
That urges me onward
Through the listless times
And shields me from its foetid grime
Wind blowing, moon glowing, the owl goes by
I cradle this fear deep within my heart
I gaze upon the forests of the great divide
And ask myself: Am I ready now, to depart?
But for all its blessing and all its gifts
The unrelenting waves of the world set me adrift

And when at night the spirits are roiling through the sky
I wish for wings so I could join their lawless ride
But unseen hands grasp toward my throat
I feel their horrid warmth as the sun does rise to gloat
Defiant I remain and (even though) I lost all that I had
I greet the dawn with the hammer of the dead
For ever present is the song of my salvation
And my words were never meant for you to hum
And even though my voice is choked with Joy
My song is a call for Grief to come
[part I - upon the aimless path]
To die is to learn a wisdom shiny
A wealth of ruby revelation
That the well of endless desperation
Still hides, in deep blue glow,
All that was ever ours to know.
And so we set forth on an aimless path
The horizon, a whore, pregnant with repudiation
We carry on in indignant illumination
Ever onward, with blood-stained skin,
til the inception of the Ends Begin
The fortitude of the anti-current
Is in the blood we bleed
To share in your pain
Oh thou perfected nameless flame
We call thee by thy first given name
Vicious love so hungry and filled with ire
my god is a consuming fire, a jealous God.
[prologue]
The fragrance of tomorrow
And tomorrow and tomorrow,
Incremental in our purpose
Toward nothing we are aiming,
We are slipping, sliding, drowning and fighting
On a desperate and holy road
We shatter the boundaries before us
Brothers
Sisters
In the solitude of god
And the waters of nothingness
A constant reminder
That we
Are
Nowhere

2. The Lullaby Of The Burning Boy

restless child, fitful sleep
(ever) in the throes of your hearts wildest dreams
dont bow, dont turn around, dont ever look back

(but) prepare now your blade for the nights sweet hunt
reckon with your inner fears, bury deep the tears, crying is for later
and later is for sleeping
insomnias twisted child, wakeful till the dawn
ever trembles the hand of the one who carries God
restless child, fitful sleep
crawl into your sorrow
ah, sorrow
puncture your eyes
cut off your ears
pull out your hair
and become once more yourself
in the nights hungry dark

3. if Not A Vessel?
What am I if not a vessel?
A voice to speak
hands to grasp
And feet to wander
unto the void surrender
(And) to set a watch, a tower and a fool
A new clear mind to school
If not with your words, then why so loudly call?
If not within your palm, then where so deeply to fall?
If not your motion and solemn dance
inspire this journey
Then why journey? Why, at all?
I bleed from cuts to the heart
Cringe from stabs to the brain
My soul is a model of your art
it is Enveloped in beautiful pain
You are doubt and therewith separation
I am the servant wandering from station to station
You are the wine in my water, the bread in my stone
You are the salt in my wounds, the flute in my bone
Greatness
Power
Glory
Redshift
Black hole
Whiteout

4. In The Loving Arms Of Lunacy's Secret Demons

I can feel the hot air about my skin
your breath, liquid steel, suffused with sin
I drown in the noxious, bilious, secretions of your love
lungs filled with the feathers of a black dove

Oh you greatest of lovers

No iron shirt will avail you tonight
The Wheel of Suffering
it spins and spins
rats leading, piper follows
and from deep within the weeping cunt
life is forever shunned

Oh you greatest of lovers

No iron shirt will avail you tonight
for molten rock follows our stride
We ride, yes, we ride!
I light your fire
I destroy your heaven
I recreate your world
I now add the 1 to form the 11
Small steps at first
but ever faster go the feet that move the burning boy
he is pacing through a thousand dreams
and nothing may break his stride
and dreams begin to form,
from beyond a shape can be seen
a nightly, stark, gaunt figure
hovers among the stars that mock us
even as we dream to attain their shine

5. Dance Of The Elements

6. White Storm Of Teeth
[Intent]
[I]
I rip through the chains of Mars
astride his mare and roan
(as) war bellows blazing free
[II]
that rock,
that vicar
and that flower

today I'll put them to sleep

[III]
Your wings have risen up against my foes
and Your winds blow into my sail
and set me upon this path of burning thorns
that bends as the Devil's tail
[IV]
open heart
closed eyes
trembling hands tear apart the chain
[V]
what saint's decree
can hold me back
now that Your name is known to me?
[VI]
"for Your chants to reverb on the walls of my mind,
their truth diligently unfurled,
for the Living Death in grotesque glory to walk,
from my dreams into the world"
[Preparation]
[I]
a bony hand
upon my shoulder
leads me from day into night
[II]
and from the void
into the air
I follow you sleepily
[III]
from the air
to the sea
I follow you uncertainly
[IV]
from the sea
to the earth
I follow you determinately
[V]
through the earth
into the fire

I follow you confidently

[VI]
from the fire
into the void
I follow you eternally
[VII]
within the godhead
within the abyss
and from on high
I reach down into the world
[Transcritical Bifurcation]
[I]
I am thrust
through the air,
particle swarm,
gaining speed,
friction builds
I am perceived,
I go where gravity wills
[II]
The sky it yields
before my fall,
an empty husk,
I am fulfilled,
and filled with rain
a falling moon
I neither wax nor wane
[III]
as fiery birds
crumble and die
in the wake of wings,
scorching aether,
I come along
I land in salt
(to be) neither psalm nor song
[IV]
at grotesque speed
I break the glass
I am moved through,
soul torn apart,
blackthorn wreath
lungs fill with brine
as I slowly slip beneath
[V]

a deep blue glow

of endless chance
sends up its hands,
grasping claws,
tendrils bore
into my skin
(and) replace what was before
[VI]
I am reassembled
through witching love
sirens call
and pass me by,
my ears burst
with the force of Death
that stills my endless thirst
[VII]
it seems as though
the open sea,
endless void,
pregnant with rage,
impedes my birth
forever lost
I set my nails into earth
[VIII]
as I writhe
over scaly stone
coral of blood,
exquisite pain,
there's not a sound
awake I dream
that I'm absorbed in ground
[IX]
I become aware
of intense force
choking my lungs,
halting my pulse,
drowning in mire
I pass, like night,
from soil into fire
[X]
I grasp and reach
for nothingness
a final death,
so loved not mourned,
a final test
a break of laws
at His enduring behest
[XI]

chaotic swirl
of ravenous flame
nuclear decay,
dead atom-sphere,
unleash hell
and from this point
time has nothing to tell
[XII]
among melting stone
my skin retreats
magnesium bites,
white storm of teeth,
into my soul
carbon to ash
I am swallowed hole
[XIII]
I fall into
the spaceless space
the timeless time
the endless end
neither here nor there
above or below
into the night I go

7. Tabula Rasa