Occultic Flame in Ages Long Forgot
Smouldering altars in ages forgot,
Death and despair an insidious rot,
occultic magic with blood for a balm,
Flaming pink embers so hot.
The altar is stained with the blood of before,
Children and animals slain on its floor,
Honour to Satan, for Adam is damned,
Paradise? Thee I deplore!
I will take babes from their cradles at night,
Parents too drunk to determine their plight,
Moon sailing wan beneath silver laced cloud,
Destitute here in my sight.
Lifting the heated obsidian blade,
Forged by a devil, with gold leaf inlaid,
Lifted aloft, flaring manifold shine,
Here, with the sacrifice made.
Chanting together we bury the child,
Innocent pure for our ecstasy wild,
God, I slay every last portal of hope,
Here, with your soul sore beguiled!
Bleeding out slowly, the lip hanging wry,
Perfectly awful, in torment they die,
Sacrificed brazenly here in the dark,
Angels averting their eye.
I denounce spirits that praise God above,
Jesus disowned him, and shows him no love,
Therefore I sing in a sonorous tone,
Wearing my black leather glove.
Satan be honoured, with Jesus defiled,
Here in the form of this innocent child,
Moloch, look on from your canyon below—
Corpses decaying and piled!
Blood spent so lavishly here in the woods,
Sheltering under our hessian knit hoods,
Occultic weaponry styling our group,
Covert in sullen backwoods.
The lunar effulgence is perfectly soft,
Selene as the moon with her clouds as they waft,
Crowned with a diadem fashioned of stars,
I worship her person so oft…
ADL
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