Aura Noir

ged lashes ablazed
and sat these fragments afire
Then erased the true
Sons of Hades
We had one soul
Who - while it was ours -
in it's duty and obediance gave us this.
Now gather and surmise, see it's face now beautyfied
Our laughters was spoken for
The eagles went away
And the goddess of thorns
was our prudent flame
Fearless we deny the sweet shepards love
and his buried heart
As (well as) the shade of his forsaken father
and his pale senses


2. Conqueror

So you've come for your vengeance
Hear - I think the crowd is silent
Of me you have dreamt
I have grown (I built my domain on your hate)
Mock your words
I will laugh in disrespect
then wash my hands in your blood
conqueror
A face of fright you revealed to me
with which I painted my eyes
Delight me with death for this tires my soul
and soon eyes of black shall arise...
Hear crowd - my heart
The delicate thunder


3. Caged Wrath

What erased this scenery
So that I could fancy ridicule over pity
And enrace whatever mocked the sky
Two hands made these hearts
That trembles before me
My loss of grace
(Their earthly figure with it's marbled face)
I link the two
In my heretic poetry
Rain falls silently
I am the portal
A layer of dust
A burdened insect that betrayed their lust
I licked their wishes in reverie
And soaked their crystal trust
What screamed so annoyingly
That made you rush through these (strangely) coherent purgatories
Gloves and masks are these eyes
to stare so awfully
At my malignant heresy
A rat conducted the angels,
to sing hysterically,
songs that whipped their wings
and opened walls of gloss
Rain falls abruptly


4. Wretched Face Of Evil

Coiled embalmed
wretched face of evil
Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it's glory
All matters sewn into one prophet
I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it's onset
Winged lashes - vast essence
Dead skin holds the poet
A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset
A triangular wave left me covered with lies
Essential for it's beauty as the shepherd dies
All - fallen enslaved
All - vanished awoken
It's eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token
That buries three hearts, six feathers
- One oaken
To crack self-made concepts
To hold one great feast
A soak-wet cold fairy gave birth to the beast
My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust
Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust
...it's a fistful must...


5. Black Thrash Attack

A wind of ashes mixed awe and wonder for these
The yearner, the hallows, the spectre and I
And the arrows pointed to the core
As songs are sung for the tender ones
The black thrash attack
Crack of thunder,
At dawn we slumber...
...in these clumps of flesh
Its the black thrash attack
A rush of agony mixed lust and terror for these
The burden, the flock, the masters and I
And a fairytale was soaked in blood
As remembrance prowled on through the night
A whiff of divinity brought scents of murder to this
The heavens, the masquerade, the winged one and I
And our shades were gracefully enshrined
A sepulchral voice did drain the soakened sky
A slice of atrocity linked rage and pride
to the sight of the heavens in its last throes of death
And my hands shaked and curled triumphantly
In this black thrashing night of infernal hell...


6. The Pest

Weak is your mind
and weak are your words
"Destroyer of lives" - Ha!
I spit on your whorish ways
Your dearest lies are holy, yet undivine
You shall stand petrified by the fierce pest
Scream before the ones you never did rape!
Your tears make me laugh
makes you yield your soul to the pest
Whore!


7. The One Who Smite

I am the phantom you please to see
Oh, my precious. Come sleep with me
I occurred beside the magic pawn
Omnious, is this fading dawn
I am the scenary, the one who smite
I was always meant to avoid this light
Wisely, I naturally avoided the lash
And escaped what now is layed in ash
You starvers you have seen
Nevermore will you look upon the preen
Illusionary palace, glory in a curl
Wretched faces of a dead world...
They, the dust, have now gone.
For the lord of them will be the one
that broke their wings, and kissed their horns
Enslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns.
Beyond this millenium, and milleniums more...
The moving figures
my undressed lust
Their tempting eyes with their silver dust
Mine to behold like the flap of my soul
Dead skin prison.
Dead...
Stiff...
Cold...


8. Destructor

Reaching for the last child of mankind
And its effort, in silence to stay purified
Tormenting, the fool won't survive
Slavery in hell for the weak and the mild
Merciless Destructor
Grabbing, all tenderness will be sat aside
Heaven won't exist for the human tribe
At dawn, ruins is all that is left
Destructor stands proud, thinks of all those who wept
Merciless Destructor


9. Fighting For Hell

Attack
crush all the sons of christ
with our fierce and invincible might
Ah, this lovely sight I have waited for
Master of storms marching to battle
Creator of evil fighting for hell
Storming through the weak armies of god
soon the fields are all covered in blood
christian blood
Violent hailstorms
axes through flesh
no fucking angels left alive
and in the nightsky a scream of pain
Alas, your god has died