The Danse Macabre

Within the bells of eternity chiming, darkness takes us still
 We partake now of each others indulgence, according to our will
 The tears are the same as they struggle to blame
 Congregation shall be burnt to the ground
 For the fictions of insanity are holiest hypocrisy
 Suffocating now without a sound
 I hear you now from a thousand voids
 Removed from time and timelessness
 Where incarnations of simple nouns
 Are beings each with golden crowns
 Out beneath the open night
 A wanderer lies weeping
 In some unspoken sadness
 Whilse her dream is oversleeping
 Her dreams ablazed with accursed fire
 Of regret and eternal vigils
 Hallowing nights, temptations lust
 Combined of luciferian sigils
 Death will come as sudden
 By the magik of our Coven
 And the ultimate horror is told
 I stand aloneand solemn
 In the presenceof Amon
 I am sacrifice slowly going cold
 Like embers of the fallen Deinoachus
 Dreamt forth of cadavers we sere the face of sadness
 I hath thee, and now firmly than those who fear
 For upon the shores of languidity, lie the symphone sounds
 and fainted cries of battle
 Embracing graveless winter, thy goddess luna
 Arise infernal one and makes the gates appear
 For thou canst not look upon me in shame and
 Forever tethered in your thoughts and I
 Yet without being consumed in thy reflection
 For thou art luciferia, my enchantress of the night
 Thy silken venus engraved with winds of forth loving deity
 And sweetness itself on thy lips,
 Yet with eagerness to consume and thus fena cafa weeps
 Wrapped in teighlight ecstasy as supernal warriors
 upon the shores of Avalon
 Where dwelleth thee, they webs of ebony demand the
 dreams macabre
 Capturing thy splendour in pain
 And perpetually invoking THE DANSE MACABRE...
 And wishes drowned in fathomless seed
 That she might touch again
 The face of her beloved benightress
 To submit and to purge eden
 As she descends as a glowing silhouette
 Her duality seething lure
 That cuts her loose from her marionette
 Her spirit still dark and impure
 The ribborns of faith and crest held wraith
 In potent ebony dreaming of our legend