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Sex And Death

I was born beneath a Pluto

Under sunlight-gilded clue

To the secret of my life,

Where my lustrous dreams come true

And reality is you!



Why?!

Oh sex and death abide

Right side, ride above my light

Soul's flight is high and wide

And I die so nigh in night



The very highest pleasure there

Is to die with sex abed

After century together

When the day was thou wed

And with heart-coloured ribbon your hands were united



...Human blood is bloody red...

To bloody ret and reddened wet



Oh oh sex and death awhile

Demons, pleasure in my life

Kisses, hisses, and I pile

Joy of strife within my wife



When I hearken Her sweet moanings

And I breathe Her bitter tears

Tremble, quiver and with soarings

Our randy bodies sear

Me...

And her...

And all else moan more and more



When love and sex and death astride

Angels crying in the sky



Oh oh death and sex abide

White side, plight my guide and shied

Soul, heart and silvern-eyed

My beloved lustful bride





Secret Dream

When first I saw Her witching eyes

I felt in dream and...



Die Die Die in the name of a love

Fly Fly Fly on the wings of a dove

Cry Cry Cry with the scream of a swan

Sleep Sleep Sleep to the coming of dawn



I see your [billowy] chryselephantine breast

And something muddying in eyes

I feel how mine and thine tined blest

Leaveth my life's lies



I rise I'm wise I prize



Die Die Die in the name of a love

Fly Fly Fly on the wings of a dove

Cry Cry Cry with the scream of a hawk

Shake Shake Shake your body like rock



I love thy breast

And murrey nips

My spirit fills through

Wetted lips

My copious seed in you I threw

Across the path of panting hips

And I... and I love you!



Die Die Die in the name of a love

Fly Fly Fly on the wings of a dove

Cry Cry Cry with the scream of a doe

Miss Miss Miss me with the woe...





Her Reveries Anight

No, I don't value Her insurgent pleasure

Carnal delight, whips of lechery, leather

Madness, insanity, rapture and ecstasy

Wails, cries and moans of dulcified bacchante



Morning-youthful beauty is

Goal of every libertine prince

In my veins the noble streams

Thoughts of past I astonishly wist



When squirming like snake in my calloused embraces

And dash of ardent fondlings and dulcet kisses' ulcer

She's hastening a moment of final jolty shivers

Oh humble mine, thou art so dear

Oh how?

How I blithe of thee so painfully and leer

Glances penetrate each other?

Her reveries anight

Burn, ascend and raise your fire

- So fucking shallow rhyme!



Moaning-youthful beauty is

Aim of every libertine prince

In my brains the cobbled rills -

Thoughts of past I remarkably wist



Groaning-youthful beauty is

Wish of every libertine prince

In all my preys the blistered hills -

Thoughts of past I... I... I list



When bowing to the longing praying

You deliver me thyself, lovingly without faith

Shamefacedly-cold, skin is mottled,

Breast is moulded, bodies wobbled



And after quickening increasinglily

And sharing at last my fire willy-nilly...


FORMER LYRICS OF CHAOS ALTER


The Tragedy Of Evil (Renunciation)


You hid your livid face,      
How fell your supreme fane you see? 
This vision at the regal gates,                                                             
You’re powerless to make more sins   
As in the face of global judge,  
You’re now enemy!   
As in the trace of moral Hadj   
You’re now enemy!   

Evil, Eon Evil 
Assembles you away    
So wave by wing             
Your (bluish)-blackest wing,     
Ascend, the Dawn of newborn day!   

Musing on pain, when soul sings 
With two torn off black glowing wings  

Oozing with blood the wounds on a back       
From two torn off black shining wings  
You are locked in a prison of your spoiled soul         
You was Masetemah, fallen angel with nimbus   
The deadmen in the painful worries’ abyss        
And rapturous by foreign war,          
You won’t forgive yourself these bloody rubies,        
Curse of the God hangs like Damocles sword 
It seems, that you’re forgiven and salvaged,                                                                                                       
You’ve seen the truth in Divine Light,      
Mayhap for Evil is it a pretense?      
So know, that you’re now doomed to blight,           
Renounced from your gloomy silver fetters –                                                
                                      …Your orb and sceptre, crown, might!

Your throwing spirit in cell of a body,                                                       
Your property – eternal lust to women and constant thirst of knowledge  
Your temple is destroyed by platitude of prayers, public,                   
And pain in breast like dagger of all murders with your name, accomplished 

The wanderer lost endless way,    
The ruler, ruined his empire,              
The philosopher with unfound sense,                
The lover, tired by amorous fire                          

The tragedy of evil angel
He lives like mortal man and rages…

You looked in eyes of Barathrum,                                     
You went upon charcoals,     
You was the lord of instant’s noons
Now you’re the aphis among souls!                             

Earthen beauty, magic sight,               
Unsighted warmth and your delight,                                           
You’ve made a step, has told her – “Yes…”                        
From flaring wings the cinder lays                                  

You’ve mixed up with a ground,
Forgotten about your Father (or Son),                                                               
You’ve believed in blinded love,                
Your offered fate is gone              
You became delicate and blind,
Invisible fight’s loosed                      
There’re mould and delirium, and soul’s fused!          

The wanderer lost endless way,    
The ruler, ruined his empire,              
The philosopher with unfound sense,                
The lover, tired by amorous fire                          

With blackthorn crown having roofed the head,     
(You became similar to someone!)
You’ve learnt the warmly land,            
In sunset beams as you’re awaked                         
You see alien fires –                 
These stars of heavens, they’re so far…
                                     
You wanted to change freedom for rest                                      
And to choose the fate of the deadman,   
But two harsh scars haemorrhage 
On unhealed shoulder-blades, so rent an’        
Earthly life is not the angels’ destiny               
Annoyance, gift – there’re people feelings 
You are alien for their treasured sacred things,                                    
You can’t extinguish your heart’s (fires)-sympathies                            

But Evil’s calling you 
Out of the rack of living corpses
From essence you will never leave                                                            
You won’t forgive yourself these scars and scorches!!!                       
                                                                  
But Evil’s calling you 
Out of the rack to be the corpse
From essence you will never leave                                                            
You won’t forgive yourself these scars and sores!!!      

Whose innocent heart has grown fond this concentration of black flame?
Whose heavenly eyes smitten with love 
And heal his deep harm with tears’ rain? 

The love installed at his cold heart  
And lilac blossoms in the chest 
Calls to forget the odium  
And don’t create more wars and waste,
But flame of dark recedes from him
You see that your last pompous works 
Are vain, are poor and may be thin
Think and return into bosom of sins! 

You want to be evil, you want to be good,
But this chaotic alteration results in awful aftermath –       
Eternal death for you, for god and our human love!


My Desired Agerasia 

Dans le chateau Tiffoge                        
With dazzling flame the candles burn…    
Who will appreciate 
His mysterious eyes, gloomy shade?        
French courageous marshal,             
The saviour of the state,      
Who will discern him
That his days’ deliberate?                    

Of awful ravisher death-date…             

When the country is broken,             
And funereal melodies              
Escort with fights,       
Escort with life
The sun of Jeanne D’Ark is woken,             
Illuminates the darkness of poor France,            
They were best friends,       
Baron Gilles de Rais           
She was actually brave, 
He was certainly wise                 

The country in danger,      
The fire in souls                                                   
The English army      
Has taken Orleans
But fearless Jeanne              
Conducts in fatal brawl,  
Alongside with Her         
Gilles de Rais have won  

In clanging of swords and torturous shout of foes,                            
He’s movable by dreams                                
To free the realm from irons and crackle of crushed bones,   
Don’t see the darkened sunset beams 

They are obsessed                                            
With their struggle,                                             
They’ve made a victory 
Their destiny is scuffle 

And dauphin contentedly        
Ascendeth the throne        
He covers composedly 
The merit of his crown’s wrong!

And, mark of distinction,                
The honoured wand of marshal             
Will come in hands of Gilles  
‘Neath sounds of revels and solemnest feasts  

And glorious battles again                    
For him as just honour          
Words of a suppliant pray,      
Victories flatter 

But near Rouen 
The fight is worst   
In custody Jeanne 
The rest and vacancy in angelical host are eternally lost!                          

The king has turned away from maid,                               
But Gilles is not from those who manservant of sovereigns                 

He rideth in Rouen                    
With his armed forces, tamed
It was too late, and Jeanne              
Devoured by the flame               

A little further from lie of the kings           
Having returned to innate barony,                      
Gilles de Rais dissipated the fortune…              
(And came rushing down in mental agony)     

Wrapped by duties,             
He searches for exit,  
The call of his spirit
Leads to knowledge illicit   
He hastens to make                            
The Great Secret Deed –                     
To extract from copper       
Treasured gilt and elixir of agerasia’s un-wilt          

And he sent for wise sorcerer-man                
But devious Prelati, harbinger of the end,               
Opened his revering eyes with the awful truth –     
That devoid of bloody victim, gold is only dust and spoof!              

And his famous sword,                      
That cut enemies,      
Now kills kids and       
Bleeds them for him   

Under children’s shouts                  
He puts his own soul, bathing in blood        
For Baphomet, Satan’s royal guard     

Bertranism and necrophagia 
Horrible infanticide
Copulation with their guts
                                                
Dans le chateau Tiffoge
Brightly candles burn          
Inspire only shiver           
His gloomy eyes and moans        

His heinous crimes are noticed,                  
The Holy Court approaches                   
And in-famous marshal of France            
Will be quartered and burned in fire’s dance!                 

The terrible recognitions having signed, 
He waits for decision and shivers in night:
“My desired agerasia                         
Pride, mammony and greed                                
Randiness, dementia 
Will be shame for my seed”                     

Sin expiating life,                
Washing off the blood with tears,  
In a loop a head of Gilles,
Hands and legs are gently-sheared
Off and he won’t see his God in fear                   

In madness of an ardent shines                
In daring caress, in trouncing tongues, 
At will of heavenly judge        
The body of Gilles de Rais will die!           

The body of heretic…                      
His death is semi-septic…                               
Her voice is nasty-hectic…
My history is sin-eclectic!                  


Unfound Immortality 

Craving oblivion and dulcet-silken trance,
And murky fog in my insensible glance,
Verdict awaiteth the death sentence                    
For work on dawn the axes…
From livid Heavens pleasing rain
Of our hope with sightless tears,
Rescue’s naught – and all’s in vain
With sighing silence Heavens sear 

Shadows of the past, images of providence,  
In this twilight creep from darkness, 
Pull their hands in lust to vengeful voidance,
Is it possible to me to win this roughness?

To execution sinner goes
Today I learn a pain
For all my crimes I owe  
For that I wasn’t saint 

As a phantom – my Death
Flares behind my tired back,
Fragments of my life                    
She will take, oh no, with herself    
 
My Death 
Don’t shadow me                                
Oh Merciful God, hear my plea!  

Oh The Lord I’m nuisance for thee
You have created me,
As a toy I’m in your hands 
And your burden in the chains   

Countenance bent by weakness,      
And nobody hears my shout,     
The steps of fatal Fate like strictness  
The corridor surrounded by darkness 
The messenger of Death befalls to me      
Verdict awaiteth punishment                    
My triumph and my infamy -
An’ on my neck the axe will make the dent

As a spirit, my Death
Strides behind my tired back
Fragments of my life
She will grab with herself… My Death    

Ludicrous crowd rants and raves,     
Fillet have lain upon my eyes,     
The life’s more pointless than the Death,       
The lot will be disrupted in a trice  
Last minute as inebriated bliss,     
My eyes pour bloody tears 
I am suddenly clear your loveliness   
Death… Death… Lymph… 

Repellent rumble of the voices  
I’ll fall asleep forever,  
Death, grant me worthlessness
I have fallen in love with your splendour,  
The cold of your hands passions me,   
The long-awaited rest for me is gift,       
All my fallacy and dreams   
Only for ever are given for thee  

Even Death hasn’t set me comfort       
And the birds peck my eyes and streams of blood well          
I’m as though in fever – All’s fraud 
My eternity here is worse than a torment in Hell…     


Joueur D`Orgue de Barbarie 

O Valiant Death
Hath taken away my friends
I’ve lingered alone in this world of the shadows   
I needed to look on sufferings of others,
Remaining forever beyond our blather…     

I started to wander and to explore,        
I wished to discover the haven in sunsets          
But once the land’s covered with wond’rous day-dawn,    
And only I found the traces of answers    
I have seen you, my life, in the rays of the light, -                            
Joueur d’orgue de Barbarie with His immortal maddened smile        

With thy horrific sounds
You play with destiny         
Tell me, who art thou?               
Who rules over me?

With thy appalling scalpels 
You flay my pristine s(k)in         
So slowly wisdom un-spells…   
Who rules over me?

Who oversees my dreams?

And we like dolls beneath thy melodies  
Are dancing on stage of old woman-destiny         
Our graceful steps – hasten to glance,
In solemn auditorium the death waiteth us         

Not a devil, nor god,   
Joueur d’orgue de Barbarie forces the people to dance       
For His caprice He forces their souls to die and lance                                     
He’s always lorn      
There’s nothing to wait – He knows that!   
Only His melodies are the model of fates of the mad   

Our hopes and our dreams
Are slain by your torturous game             
Tell me, who’ve born thee?  
For whom my life is famed?   
      
O Valiant Death
Like sinking grain in sea of sand
My destiny is yielded to bewildering power,
Conducting to my rapturous Death’s hour,
But I shall never get in seraphim’s bower

With thy horrific sounds
You play with destiny         
Tell me, who art thou?               
Who rules over me?

With thy appalling scalpels 
You flay my pristine s(k)in         
So slowly wisdom un-spells…   
Who rules over me?

Who oversees my dreams?


Follow Me Into A…

You search the answers     
They are naught          
You gaze in starkness
Your name is lost         
You rove in darkness,
Through flickering light    
(Among hundreds of others) 
Forgotten thyself… and thy fight

But Black Shade stands behind our backs
She beckons – "Follow me!"                        

The diamond hand passes unfeelingly
And each impact cuts love from heart
I’m watching mirage in depth of my reason
Like solitary hart I rut
And see the honey fields that strewed with golden pollen of our feelings!

And dumb reservations oppress you anew
You searchest delight, you searchest true love
You rush in a cage in hope to be pure, 
You cherish all that, you foreknew, will be waning like rath…  

…Black Shade stands behind our backs
She beckons – "Follow me!"                   

Destroy this cage,
Don’t stand like sage 
…In somatee 
Go forward
And follow me!

And in beams of a-sleeping day
You’ll see the merge of ice and fire,
But thy heart is compressed
And treacherous fright   
Hinders all that,
That you saw in your slumbers 
Disallow the doubts,
You hath no the flowers 
On your way back of vows 
And in erstwhile hollowness 
You wilt see the frightful answer: 

 “Follow me!”

You search the questions      
They are naught          
This light is gladly fraught     
Twilight is your home and you cannot leave therefrom 
To deleterious sweet ward

But Black Shade stands behind our backs
“My world will gift you nepenthe!”             
You are my fate – I take your pecks 
“Hark my words – and Follow Me… Into A Dream!”         


The Hounds Of Wild Hunt 
       
The clouds were thickened and night is deflowered,    
Also I hearken a howl          
The heavens are swarmed with pack of the hounds           
They go behind you, “Death-sower” 
Blood-spattered rider at the back of their chariot –        
He is dumb ghost       
Only a twilight lies on a ground -                
The rest is destroyed…    

They run headlong,   
And bloody trace  
Is lightened by the Moon   
You stare upon them once a time         
(You haven’t rescue)      
Farewell with soul – it’s your doom!   

Malicious mark of revenge is this howl 
You know, that     
Time of a Wild Hunt has come!  

Unspeakable mark of revenge is this howl 
You know, that     
Time of a Wild Hunt has come!  

With despondency they are eternally dressed         
They rideth through night        
Avengeful cadets, heralds of death
Are carried away toward fight
For whom that’s deprived their rest  
It’s a terrible lecture   
They bear the innocent souls themselves      
Like a mettlesome censure

Hatred and pain 
Shine in their eyes           
For its saddened route  
You stare upon them once a time         
(You’ll find a rest)     
In the other better world     

And as a familiar symbol, that is needed to carry the answer,   
Our life is not endless, in a chalet or in a palazzo         
The killers of people slay the imprudence’s dancers               
“The hope is nothing!” – They are announcing     

Merciless mark of revenge is this howl 
You know, that     
Time of a Wild Hunt has come!              

Unbelievable mark of revenge is this howl 
You know, that     
Time of a Wild Hunt has come!              

Come!!!