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Funeral In Carpathia

Candelabra snuffed prey — silhouette wedded\nNightfall take my hand\nSeduce me with silky timbred limbs\nGrant me thy dark command\nOver the peaks framing tapestries\nOf thick forest, dusk has filled\nWith Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist\nCreeping like violations from the shadows\nto kill\nLucretia\nis my love in vein\nWhen thy tears bleed sweeter\nThank the midsummer rain?\nBewinged, infested belfries\nToll o’er the sobbing throng\nA writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes\nWhipped and welted neath the barbed windsong…\n(in saddean paradise\nAncestral legacies linger on…)\nI am He\nThe crowned and conquering darkness\nSatan robed in ecumenical filth\nLivid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph\nThis wintry eve when the snow glistens deep\nAnd sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies\nI shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep\nEnbroided by these words Malaresia scribed…\n«Beauty slept and angels wept\nFor Her immortal soul\nIn this repose, all evil chose\nTo claim her for their very own»\nCarpathia\nThe pleasured dead speak of her\nIn necromantic tongue\nWhen ambered daylights are done\nMasterbating in their graves\nOn her zenith to come…\nThis catafalque night when awed stars report\nTheir absence from the heavenly brow\nCrippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts\nWhilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout\n«How the storm it fulfills\nMy heart though unhealed\nCelestial knifes ebonied\nAnd wild woods thrill\nYet far fiercer still\nHer lustre eviscerates me»\nCarpathia\nPriapic lovers twist in concert with Her\nCovenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates\nThe path towards the castle weary innocence takes\nI rule as Master here\nWhere feral hordes impart my temper\nLove sank wounded when I, betrayed\nsaw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage\n«Usher the spite seething Draconist\nAnd commit this world to thy ancient\nsovereignty»\nErunescent veil descend\nPsalmed sunset thus portends\nAnd laid to rest, I now am blessed\nWith this darkness… Forever more\nSupreme Vampiric Evil\nNoctumal Supremacy\nWeak midnight promises of love\nWere wept upon Her grave\nAnd shunned by stars above\nIn mortal life lurks my dismay\nAn Angel stole my heart\nand Death took Her away\nShe sleeps beyond the grace of god\nA dreaming beauty\nIf wishes could only fray that bond\nThe dead would sing for me…\nTwelfth moon arose with ghostly voice\nA poet’s serenade\nHer name a whisper 'pon my lips\nAnd lo, Rorasa came\n«Fear me not my grieving King\nFunereal in breath\nThe secrets of the dark I know\nAnd thus, we shall cheat Death»\nMy promises wrought though despondence that night\nHave delivered me gifts from the grave\nRorasa enshadowed and eternal life\nNever a Devil so vain\nThe Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost\nAnd no heaven would silence the pain\nTeach me these secrets, the sensual frost\nDesire for warm blood again\nPrincess lay down thy florid cheek\nIn drunken splendour\nTonight rare regal fate has cast\nThe wolves among the sheep\nDark nature clasp my soul\nAround Her throat mine arms enfold\nTo sleep, perchance to dream\nAnd then…\nTo dusk and flesh ascend\nThe Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies\nand wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide\nFrom writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore\nThrough the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war\nWe rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea\nThe stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous\nEternity\nDamnation\nSalvation\nStigmata plague\nThe wine of Bacchus flows\nListen to the thunder rage\nDeceivers dragged before their cross\nI am He that vanquished Death\nAnd bore the sting of loss\nWhat vulgar christ will unprise my grasp?\nHis temple, ruined, burns\nAnd sweet Rorasa laughs\nI am enamoured and imparadised\nTo catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes\n«I will crush them all\nIf this holds thy delight»\nRather dead forever than to lose her\nNymph-lascivious Aphrodite