"I am he, the chosen one, the fallen angel who´s watching you" "And I will give to thee, my own, Kisses as icy as the moon, And the caresses of a snake Cold gliding in the thorny brake.
And when returns the livid morn Thou shalt find all my place forlorn And chilly, till the falling night.
Others would rule by tenderness Over thy life and youthfulness, But I would conquer thee by fright!"
"Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive Evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise"
There's something in the look you give I can’t help myself I fall I can’t help myself at all There's something in your touch when we kiss I scream god forgive me please ‘Cause I want you on your knees I don’t wanna think about it now I know I wont get out if I fall in So I don't wanna think about it now It’s dark in my imagination It’s dark in my imagination Cryptkeeper "Rāgarāja"
- 3 days, 10 hours ago
"So many believe that pain is inflicted only by the physical application of torment. Blades, hooks, chains, racks - these are all crude physical tools that serve their part in mortifying the flesh. Anticipation, repetition, conciliation and hope - these are the finer instruments to be wielded when it comes to the mortiication of the soul" Cryptkeeper "Rāgarāja"
- 8 months, 14 days ago