yours immortally...

bedight

this pre-aestival

festival drew darkly near

and our delight at its festival

was a roar to rival loosed fenrir

let the hellish celebrations begin

ragnarok is rolling

magma abrim

the blackest mass the brocken has ever seen

invoking loki

smoking the red weed

we listen to the glorification

of chernobog in a fog of elation

denial is the vilest form of blasphemy

standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds

we are risen together

brazen

exalting

a hiss of triumph rings

i am yours

yours immortally

tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on

the devil's pulpit

the witches altar

the dead will dance macabre

to chaos magic psalters

a heavy thunder shadowing lightning

forged for judgement day

announces greater wonder

citing

heralds on the starry way

and i held you like st vitus

as the sabbat incept to play

before the fever swelled to bite us

and we were swept to waylay

may day

standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds

we are rising together

brazen

exalting

a hiss of triumph rings

i am yours

yours immortally

only those tortured

could profess such festive scenes

and melodies

of raucous wrought debauchery

no arthritic

sullen goya

for this fresh walpurgis eve

our flesh it breathes

full of fantastic symphnoies

witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes

that blaze

alive

eternal ties

have trussed amazing lusts together

procession

banquet

black mass

orgy

if our world were to cease right now

in the midst of this

wide naked bliss

these started scared vows

i would break the universe in two

just to side with you

to face the jealous heavens down

excite the terse miscarriage

of first light that thirsts to slay

this night versed with the marriage

of you and i

and all who dare to stray