In The Mist of Wrath

Dark sedition embrace the thread of

Twisted barbs fallen from grace

Emulous gale of yore roar for black tumulus

Of pest.

...and behold a velvet a night glean the crop

Of a beatiful darkness...and how the

Orchreous thorn of sorrow deify my breath at a rusty threshold of light clawing the

Celestial dreams with pride this is the

Septic blight of my ire. drowned in the dark

Spring of my cry...but the gist of

My garden is the gift of darkness the

Silence of my sadness.

But embrace the wind of my

Redemption and caressed with a quenchless

Thirts, the tears of my darkness, and thus

My dismal flame consoles thee bebeath the

Lowering sky of light.

...underneath sightless storm

Heltzevt sigh for the black goddess...

-crowns her tears-

At the sinful eve with the eiderdown of

The blackened winter.

Beyond the grace of god...drunken angels

Undressed at the pale reflection of dawn,

Bless the wrougth passion with virginal

Incest.

...pernicious evil crawl in stealth to me

Ominous wind...

Disdainful laughs...

In the silent mourn...

Midst dreams entwined...

In the abyss of fire...

The cenotaph...

Of endless shadows...

Bewail the darknight...

Of pure wrath...

I crave for thy flame and the arts sown in

Thee..