...If Only, If Only.

       “You look beautiful.” Arthur said, smiling, the woman, his wife, Amelia smiled and gave a little laugh. He took her hand in his, and fiddled with her wedding ring, turning it slightly to read the inscription on the band, “Dis Mîn isst Mînr ens enu Äälppathr Mant” He glanced into her green eyes, and smiled, and then leaning in he gave her a gentle kiss on her lips.
“You know, I instantly fell in love with you when the first I saw you. Your brother knew it, at first I think he meant to stop me.” He said.
“Oh? But you soon won him over with you charm and wit.” She said smiling.
“Yes, yes I did. I have a lot of those two wondrous things.” He laughed, a rich heart felt sound of joy. It was a clear mild summer day, the sun was warm and the wind was cool. The two of them sat alone on a hill crested with only a single mighty oak tree, they lay on a blanket, the remains of picnic around them. Arthur laid down on his back, his eyes turned toward the sky, his young wife lay down next to him, thrusting her small hand in his strong one. She placed her head on his chest, closing her eyes she silently listened to his heartbeat, and he gently stoked her blonde hair with his free hand.
“Do you remember what you were thinking the last time we were here?” He asked. She opened her eyes, and raised her head slightly.
“I am not really sure, I remember thinking why father gave you permission to drive me all the way out here in the middle of nowhere.” She said.
“Nothing more?” He asked, chuckling.
“Not really. Why? What were you thinking?” She asked, setting her head once again upon his chest.
“I remember thinking, did I remember the ring?”

Beatrice

Beatrice-

I wonder if you will look like your mother

Beatrice-

I want to lose myself in your sweet laughter

Beatrice-

Just hold my hand little one

Beatrice-

I know you'll be elfin

Beatrice-

You aren't lost, I just haven't found you yet

Beatrice-

My sweet one, born of the moon's silhouette

Beatrice-

Wherever you are remember that I love you

Beatrice-

Wherever you go remember that your eyes are true

Beatrice-

You aren't lost, I just haven't found you yet

Beatrice-

My sweet one, born of the moon's silhouette

Bird's Eye (Because The End Must Come)

Say what you will

Keep what you kill

Kiss what you can

Burn what you ban

Let the rain fall on your face

And never let him go

Let yourself burn in his embrace

And never let her go

Say what you will

Keep what you kill

Kiss what you can

Burn what you ban

Only the body can wither and die

Keep looking on with a bird's eye

Only the wise will stop and ask why

Keep looking on with a bird's eye

Say what you will

Keep what you kill

Kiss what you can

Burn what you ban

Let the bird fly in circles

And always remember the fire

Let the dog eat his apples

And always remember the fire

Say what you will

Keep what you kill

Kiss what you can

Burn what you ban

The day will come when you can't fly

But keep looking on with a bird's eye

The day will come when you won't rise

But keep looking on with the bird's eyes

Say what you will

Keep what you kill

Kiss what you can

Burn what you ban

AMERIKƏ

Amerikǝ, what befellest thee

From sea to shinning bloody sea?

Amerikǝ, o where art thou glorious Freedom?

In a new land thou dwellest, in a new kingdom

The sin of Sodom is rank on thy shores

Thou left thy first love to play at the whore

Amerikǝ, what befellest thee?

O thou were once the land of the Free!

Amerikǝ, o where art thou pure Liberty?

Thou hast relinquished thy rights for safety

Opulence hast made thee as fattened cattle

Thou makest with the rest of the world bloody battle

Amerikǝ, what befellest thee

From sea to shinning bloody sea?

Thy pride is undeserved

Thou didst murder and rape

Thy glory is undeserved

Thou didst destroy and take

Amerikǝ, o where art thou glorious Freedom?

In a new land thou dwellest, in a new kingdom

Wert thou verily God's chosen?

Why then didst thou this land poison?

Art thou verily Manitou's children?

Why then hast thou this land taken?

Amerikǝ, Amerikǝ, Amerikǝ

Virgin bride, fair maiden

Amerikǝ, Amerikǝ, Amerikǝ

Defiled harlot, whore-mother-queen

Amerikǝ, what befellest thee?

Heresy

From the brilliant blinding Heart of the Light

A question assails me!

From the sickly hidden Underworld of Love

A thought breaks upon me!

The angels of Heaven are looking down from Paradise

The angels of Earth are looking straight ahead at Life

The oracles of Hell are looking up at all of our Lies

From the torrential rain of Blood and Voices

A name is spoken to me!

From the hushed and sacred Halls of Death

A song is being sung to me!

The men of the Earth are wishing for a better Way

The Hand of the Gods is tightening its grip on the Sphere of Man

The men of Heaven are wishing for the New Day

From the creeping scent and filth of Man

A new Way is open to me!

From crystal Voices and stone Names

A new Language is taught to me!

Blind Angel

I've got a blind angel looking out for me,

His mind has been made up, he can only live free.

I've got a blind angel watching over me,

He can only see what he wants to see.

I've got a simple God on my side,

He hates one thing, cuts down my pride.

I've got a simple God on my side,

He called to be from beyond the divide.

I've got a pretty devil in my mind,

Tells me of all the things I wish were mine.

I've got a pretty devil in my mind,

He wishes that my angel wasn't so blind.

The Grimoire of Christ

Hope, Love, and Faith

Three names of Mystery

Sanctioned vernacular will be as your vomit

Mystical words of knowledge shall prove it

Hate, Wrath, and Taste

Three names of Heresy

These words that spill from the veins of the wicked

Are to be eschewed as the very names of the damned

Holy Father, Holy Son, and Holy Spirit

Three faces on the Godhead

Sanctified pagans shall pray to their gods of old, but with new names

Cleansed sinners shall relive their old ways, but without the old shames

Unholy Beast, Unholy Whore, Unholy Secret

Three Mouths devouring the Dead

Lucifer is siting at the Right Hand, and laughing all the while

Satan is siting on his little throne, pointing and flashing a smile

Lucifer throws off the chains of contradiction and normalcy

Jesus died to bring an end to oppression and to spread heresy

The Antichrist makes a good show of freedom

Not a soul will question his absurd little kingdom

His kingdom is great and sprawling

Divinity is the promise it is bleeding

The Antichrist makes a good game of lights

Not a soul will question why the sun is a blight

His black wings spread wide

The house is a dying divide

The House of the Lamb

There are wolves in the sheep's skin,

In the House of the Lamb!

How many more will allow in,

The House of the Lamb?

The doorposts are marked with blood,

That House of the Lamb.

It stood through that mighty flood,

That House of the Lamb.

He spoke plainly when He said,

I Am that I Am,

He raised up,

That House of the Lamb!

There are wolves in the sheep's skin,

In the House of the Lamb!

How many more will allow in,

The House of the Lamb?

There are many liars,

In the House of the Lamb.

There are little fires,

In the House of the Lamb.

The doors are strong,

The windows are great,

The halls are full of song,

The fire is warm,

In the House of the Lamb.

But there are wolves in the sheep's skin,

In the House of the Lamb!

How many more will allow in,

The House of the Lamb?

The House of Broken Hearts

Love in the first flower is strong,

Love in the first fire is sweet,

Love seems to last, last too long.

Love and pain are sisters to the core,

Love and pain are daughters of a mother-whore.

If your heart is bleeding,

If your heart is cracked,

If you heart is weeping,

Come to our House,

Come to the House of Broken Hearts.

Joy and grief go hand in hand,

All is dust, time's withering sand.

Joy and grief are thieves of reason,

Lack of feeling is a life-woeful treason.

If your heart is bleeding,

If your heart is cracked,

If you heart is weeping,

Come to our House,

Come to the House of Broken Hearts.

Happiness and despair,

Are a wretched pair,

Love is not at all fair.

If your heart is bleeding,

If your heart is cracked,

If you heart is weeping,

Come to our House,

Come to the House of Broken Hearts.

Life is said to be full of love,

And the angels weep for them above.

If your heart is bleeding,

If your heart is cracked,

If you heart is weeping,

Come to our House,

Come to the House of Broken Hearts.

Love is a bitch,

And despair is hound.

Woman is a witch,

And men need be bound.

If your heart is bleeding,

If your heart is cracked,

If you heart is weeping,

Come to our House,

Come to the House of Broken Hearts.

House Beautiful

We are the House Beautiful,

We are the house; fashionable,

We are the house; desirable.

Our skin is pink and painted,

Our love is used and tainted,

Our mother is shamed and fainted.

We are the House Beautiful,

We are the house; fashionable,

We are the house; desirable.

We see the ugliness others ignore,

We vomit at the ugliness we abhor,

We see the beauty in straight to the core.

We are the House Beautiful,

We are the house; fashionable,

We are the house; desirable.

We know you see us and lust,

We know you want us, you must,

We know we don't deserve your trust.

We are the House Beautiful,

We are the house; fashionable,

We are the house; desirable.  

House of Corpses

The door will creak slowly open,

First thing you know is the abhorrent smell,

You'll walk slowly down the hall,

You'll probably think you are found in hell.

Welcome to my house,

Welcome to our house,

Welcome to the House of Corpses.

Dead and rotten bodies line the corridors,

Blood and bile is covering the floors.

In the room at the end of the hall is the body of a bride,

In the room on the left is the groom's mistress in who he did confide.

Welcome to my house,

Welcome to our house,

Welcome to the House of Corpses.

In the room at the top of the stairs are the bodies of children,

In the room at the bottom of the stairs are bodies of old men.

The smell coming from the rooms is quite strong,

But don't worry the sense of smell won't be with you long.

Welcome to my house,

Welcome to our house,

Welcome to the House of Corpses.

Mine is the house where one does not leave,

Mine is the house in which no one can breath.

My name is older than the dirt from whence came man,

My name is so old I remember it not, God speak it if you can.

Welcome to my house,

Welcome to our house,

Welcome to the House of Corpses.

I Am Already Dead

I was drowning in my own filth; emetophilia

But you took my hand in love; philophobia

You carried me out of the land of the dead

You should have worn a crown on your head

I wish you would have ripped it out of me!

I wish you would torn it out and eaten it in front of me!

I wish you would have cut me open and set me on fire!

I am already dead, I can no longer listen

I am already dead, my secret fire is hidden

Tigress

Tigress, tigress, oh tigress,

Come sit next to me,

Warm me in the cold of the night.

Tigress, tigress, oh tigress,

Come rest with me,

Lay aside for a time your gentle might.

Tigress, tigress, oh tigress,

Will you keep me,

Safe in your shadow?

Tigress, tigress, oh tigress,

Will you lie with me,

In the warm and cool meadows?

Tigress, tigress, oh tigress,

What a beast, immortal or plastic,

Could have such simple beauty?

Tigress, tigress, oh tigress,

No fairer beast have I seen,

In elegance or purity,

None are like you.

Playing Cards With a Ghost

It's like a descent into madness; and I know I should be frightened. But here I stand wide-eyed and with a smile on my face.
It's like a dance barefoot on broken glass; and I know I should scream. But I twirl away humming and whispering love-songs to my partner.
It's a nightmare that will never end; and I know I should wake up. But I feel so alive again.

No one can tell me she isn't what I think she is.
No one can tell me she isn't who I think she is.
No one can tell me she isn't what I want her to be.
No one can tell me she isn't who I want her to be.

New friends are hard to come by, and my own sinister hand has overstayed his welcome.
New life is hard to find, and my own breath feels like theft.
New days come and go, and I am only left with memories to regurgitate.
New purpose comes and never comes again, and I left wondering: "What if?"

No one can tell me that she isn't real.
No one can tell me that she isn't mine.
No one can tell that she isn't alive.
No one can tell me that she isn't my friend.

It's like a disease; and I know I should be looking for a cure. But here I lie in my own vomit and blood
It's like a story with no beginning; I know I should close the book. But I cannot wait to the see the gory end.
It's a dream that has no meaning; I know I should try and interpret. But I am far too stupid to care anymore.