Our Cursed Rapture

Lost in a foreign land with the scent of pray's blood licked quick to the lips

Hasten the blackened - all dark sentiments with the dawn of trezzek on neigh

Winter winds bring nostalgia of your nefarious deeds

A satanic tumult passed down through the ages

All saints jump in rapture for the end is near

A gorefucked rotten whore beckons thine gaze to peer

Within the fault - abysmal blackened frost

An altar of braktal o'minn with hecates fruits of lust

Of luciferian cusps we were united

With her lips wrapped around my pole

Like the birds and the bees we fucked in the breeze with the trees amidst our lull

And then a primordial spur bereft of conscious fervor

My insaciable lust for blood surged

I had to be this way

For no common shrugs of dark covenant would suffice but sacrifice

And then i turned whispering psalms up in arms of prophetic dark verses

To serve as curses abound - to seal the deal

''amnu naak beru- naak baran''

I chanted to seal the deal as my countenance reeled

At last - since time has passed clean

Straight through our fingers - a reminder of the cause

Preservation's tactics from a free of life will

Star studded and blackened our path

In the end they would say of the purpose we'd lain forth

Cast from the start

They've tainted our thoughts with a false discipline

Now forgone and left with bitter loss

A product of their virtue in the realm of sin

Azazel's children rise up

In the true end we shall laugh with our kin

And drink from life's blood from the chalice within

Rampant in part but we stole from the start

The secrets of eternal life and heaven's pleasures sought

Our cursed rapture